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Tuesday, September 22, 2015
Gaze
When I sway
my eyes away
from your gape
avoiding the only outlet
leading to your heart
Oh! Dear!
don't take me mean
rather, my bend has a meaning
each time my eyes peer into yours
I fall for you but can't share.
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