poem 69. just a memory

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We use to be close , use to lay under  the stars Making wishes on shooting stars. Use to hold my hand tight saying all the right words to get  my heart beating.
The words use to have meaning late night talks use to be our thing, But I guess things change along with you. Left when it was raining and tears falling silent as u leave not coming back.. the things we did the words we use to say holding hands and saying never let go, its all just a memory now.

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