Your Words

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Your words keep following and following me
Into my darkest dreams.
There is no escaping.
It is like you got lost in a maze-
You keep running and running and running,
But everywhere you look,
There is no way out.
I regret how ended what we had in just a blink,
When you asked me that pretty question
On a usual Friday in October.

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