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Tuesday, October 7, 2014

There... I admit it.

Keeping away from you,

not seeing you, 

would be the best way to get over you, I thought.

But seeing you,
meeting you..
works best.

The truth stares me in the face....


Those  limpid brown eyes,
framed with the longest lashes,
do not hold any love for me.

The dark lips
do not smile for me.

We are not meant to be.


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