Living On A Fantasy

Living On A Fantasy short poem

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I love the way we’re getting close
Treating it romantic even though it’s just a joke
Thinking how can I end this folk
Can I if admiration already goes?

The piece of chocolate you’d given me
Feeling the fake love and care from thee
It still doesn’t and won’t matter
I’m in love with you and it’ll change never.

I know someone’s gotten you with your heart
And never will be mine for life sets us apart
But I still believe in fate and destiny
That one day, you and I are meant to be.

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Greetings my dear,
my name is Aisha I am 24 years old female single, I am searching for friendship and interested to establish a good relationship with you, I will like to know you more, Contact me via my email address (aishaabdelaziz1@hotmail.com‏ ) so that I will be able to attach more pictures and details to you,
Yours good friend Aisha.

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