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Hysam Elkalban Oct 2013
In the deep, dwelling thoughts, rusty sleep
Sleep for the weak, rest to reprimand peace
With bedazzled thoughts about her
Thoughts about me

With fantasies of reality that will never break breeze
The local world is supposed to park in its own lane when you sleep
Sheesh, but images of her voices are at its peak
A reality I touch but for me it's hard to keep
Hysam Elkalban Oct 2013
I see you looking at me.
But I look the other way.
Believe it or not,
I still see you.

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