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Do You Know
Do you know what it feels like
to live with many faults?
To loose your place in this world,
and run out of all thoughts?
Do you know what it feels like
when you're not here?
And why do you completely understand
when I don't think you're clear?
You are abundantly confusing.
I'm misreading you.
You are like a fortune cookie,
with all the thing that you do.
But somehow I love how
mysterious you are.
Also delirious,
and soft at heart.
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