premonition
not really yours. I am doubly a judge,
I look at the shape of hands shy
A thought only about her
you next? Here?
was with me today.
I felt you the other day noon.
A Heart - suppressed a piece of bloody cloth
beat in the corner of the soul, in anticipation of pain.
I went to the confusion.
Waiting for Dawn begged not to start.
And happiness is dragged his consciousness
In hard times, and in anticipation.
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