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 I was thinking of writing you a poem,
or maybe a song we could sing along.
Whatever my mind pours to papers
It reminds me of you all alone.

I never wanted anything so mad
You are distracting yet intriguing.
Will you stop being nice?
It makes me want you so bad.

You kept silent,
you remained calm,
you just listened,
you waited for me.

I don't know what..
I don't know, yet.

This is us,
We are untitled.