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poetry no. 25

it was dark and cold,
barren and blue.
as i lay down in despair,
with nothing else but myself.

i wish that you're here beside me,
to save me from this unending blues-
to tell me that it's okay and you're here with me,
even if it's just little white lies and deceitful truths.

-lali.

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