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I tried reaching you, your eyes caught my sight
But you never gave in to the temptation you were facing
My face kept showing in your retina

It felt as if I was your soul mate
You would always look away when I braced you & your friends with my presence

It kind of felt like I was pushing you away as you would look bored, but fortunately, you ended up falling for me

My intentions with you are different from your experiences
I'm not of this world; so my paint brush was heavenly made by the creator of the heavens and earth
Narrative Poetry.

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