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poeticstag Feb 2014
i met her on a coffee stand
in an empty street
her first customer of the day
she caught my eye
and we held a stare
could this be
first love?
poeticstag Feb 2014
just like the man on the moon
when i yell for help
no one hears
but the endless emptiness
of space

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