Budak Cinta

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fire
burning bright
we were tiny stars
in this dark dark world

tiny specks of dust
floating in the air
did we matter 
to anyone else but us 

barely breathing
we suffocated
put ourselves later
while embracing another 

we tried
dear darling
but forever 

was never meant to be

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