Old School

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Sometimes I want to go back
to the time
when my lips didn't lie and
eyes didn't fake.
Everything was so simple
like a vanila cake.
Crying used to be the weapon
to get favorite pair of shoes.
And now crying has become a habit to sleep
and still not getting it.
The sundays were used to be
family's day out and
now its been a while since we had real fun.
Yet again I close my eyes
and reel of those good and happy times
roll on.
I like that place, 
can I stay there a little long. 
Please.

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