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Last time

Last time
I thought you were my shadow
but you were 
me.

last time
your dark form near the closet
broke the candle light
and made me cry

in your hands
you carried 
gentle rain of midnight
softening
the blow

oh no

last time
i crossed the boundry and believed in you
I have no regret.

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