No matter where we have been
In the city with blinding lights
In the silent village
Where hynas are heard((sound hynas make))
From a mile away
No matter what we’ve done
Ignoring phone calls
Nights of not taking
And numerous fights we had
Doesn’t really matter
No matter what they think
Or write on walls
And rumors they spread
Let them be pillars
Of our love
My Poetry 
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