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Walking out of the wooden room, staring at the white-tiled floor, through the chatter I roam, ignoring blurry souls at the door Halfway through, faces I see— familiar to you, unknown to me, yet I hope they’d whisper through a glance if today, I might get a chance New faces came today, and I lost the sparkle I used to have, maybe if you called me “mine” again, I’d lose half the weight I have to bear Down the flight that used to admire, our introverted, romantic desire— yet halfway through, I asked your friend, and knew today wouldn’t bend Outside the harbour I loved more for you, you stood, busy with your crew, and though my thoughts turned into despair, I still left without a glance to share...
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Mar 22
Mar 22, 2026 at 12:02 PM UTC
Without A Glance...
Walking out of the wooden room, staring at the white-tiled floor, through the chatter I roam, ignoring blurry souls at the door Halfway through, faces I see— familiar to you, unknown to me, yet I hope they’d whisper through a glance if today, I might get a chance New faces came today, and I lost the sparkle I used to have, maybe if you called me “mine” again, I’d lose half the weight I have to bear Down the flight that used to admire, our introverted, romantic desire— yet halfway through, I asked your friend, and knew today wouldn’t bend Outside the harbour I loved more for you, you stood, busy with your crew, and though my thoughts turned into despair, I still left without a glance to share...
Missed Connection, Quietly melancholic
Zilly
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Mar 22
Mar 22, 2026 at 12:02 PM UTC
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