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<title>forgesitaj memoroj - Archive - MayVaneDay Studios</title>
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<b>MayVaneDay Studios (Gopher Edition)</b>
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<p><b>forgesitaj memoroj</b></p>
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<p>published: 6-7-2016</p>
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<p> </p>
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<p>there could be a person in your life<br />
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who you feel is the one, will be the one<br />
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and then is a stranger in the end<br />
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diverting stares across the bus aisle</p>
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<p>there could be a person in your life<br />
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who is just a stranger now<br />
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sitting quietly in math class alone<br />
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and end up being your sunrise and sunset</p>
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<p>cherished veils fade from white to red with the fights<br />
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and then to black again with the silence<br />
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crumbles to gray with the moths<br />
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and drops in dust after time</p>
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<p>how many people share a single neuron in my brain<br />
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forgotten to time but still imprinted somewhere<br />
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hiding in the chime of a bell, a burnt corner of the world<br />
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how many thousands of brains do I reside in</p>
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