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Tuesday, August 23, 2011
ME, YOU, JUST A REFLECTION
Me a reflection of you
Firmly entangled in us too
Me who feels your pain
As the universe pinches your heart
You who smiles my smile
When all around me smiles
We who share moments
Even though for a while
Why then should we
Live in discord
To love we should
Give a nod
Me shares your emotions
Lost in the muddle of your reflections
You, me, just the same us
Why then the fuss
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