Recycle!

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The smile

Which I miss and wonder

How could a simple smile give me

Butterflies in my stomach

The way your eye made an eye contact with me

Made my knee gone weak

The voice that coming from your mouth

Made me fluttered like a child who got her first kiss

However

Today and upcoming day

Your presence never excite me

The face of you

I cant stand to see and glance

The way you walk and come to me

Never made me gone crazy

The sound of your talk

Made me want to vomit

Because

Once you being a trash

Forever you will be a trash

And I do not recycle

Nor

Reuse!

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