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Lame

 A beautiful moon, December means

Funny conversation, By you I mean

We are different, Thoughts are actions

We are different, Understand even do


I assume you are the answer

Of all the initial "m" riddles

What I always find


I understand all thoughts

My heart keeps stroking myself for that

My brain is against all that

Again my body is not cooperating


I always thought it was stopping

But you always start something else

It's just a crunchy thing, baby

I fell in love with deep conversation,

But you don't


Maybe your reason for not continuing is just because you want to keep me in your pocket

For you to compare with other candidates

Am I right, hon?

How ironic, huh... Sorry if I'm not as beautiful as the other candidates


But I never gave up my heart completely

I don't know why it's painful to not reply you

But not anymore, I realized I have someone I love better... Only reality separates us, otherwise you'll see my hand in him or my Instagram post with the caption "My forever Spidey"


Sorry dear, maybe we are at the wrong time

Or we are mistake...

Don't look at me on the first day

I'm sure my Spidey will come soon


Ok thnx

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