Dimes

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The first time I laid at your lustrous brown eyes, was the day that I was filled with dazzling credence.

Your sweet-sickly cadances left me melodies that has been echoing through my haze

Every rhythm and every glances you do, filled me with nostalgia.

Yet we're never bound to be clashed 

Since you were worth more than dimes, while I was just a dime.

-Biyernes



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