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Heart's hole! Let's make it whole!

Moon follows me
And it reminds me
The day when we were
Sitting and were aware.

Aware  of us and of our nature.
We thought we act like mature!
You think and then think,
Sometimes those thoughts it's sticks!

Sticks in your heart and stings it.
And digs up thoughts with it.
The sting messes your heart.
And tears it apart.

Apart from your heart, true nature of mine.
We should sit and start to mine,
Mine some good hopes
And should fill the holes.

Holes in heart are difficult to be filled.
Am there with you to make us a whole. 
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