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Saturday, April 29, 2006
A poem for the late. 2:19 AM

Junaidi Khamis by Mira.
From the very beginning,
he was but true.
True to his friends,
and those he knew.
He cared and watched over,
even rode me home.
Made me safe from the streets,
where the Devils roam.
That familiar charm,
and that signature smirk
when i think of it now,
my heart just urks.
Mapet my good friend,
how long has it been?
Since the last time i saw you,
so whole and lean.
I still remember,
those tears i cry
when i saw you lifeless,
i wished it was all lie.
Now that you've gone,
it's all but same
no one to watch me over
while i play this game.
Sometimes i feel
it was all a joke.
This heartache's too real.
An emotion, evoke.
Mapetku Sayang,
i say my goodbye.
You'll stay in my heart,
till the day that i die.
I miss my Mapet.
Burp
What gets me going,gets me talking. What He brings me to, He brings me through.

Twenty
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INSANE.
fake and dismissive

Mira A.
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