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I don’t wanna miss those chances
And all those stolen glances
Graceful.
Quiet.
They speak so much
I’m ready, waiting for your touch
Oppurtunities?
We have them, plenty
But we’re just looking at each other gently

How could I miss those chances?
Miss all those broken glances
Sad.
Nostalgic.
I’m laying on the floor
To see your face again is all I ask for
Hope?
I lost it somewhere, there
Now all I have is my blank stare