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Jan 2015
I woke up from her

With her blue eyes

And an open book,

I craved her from the beginning to the end.

But she was far from my reach.

Like the distance we share.

I woke up feeling despair

And a will to hold her in my arms.


Another day I’ll shall suffer

Believing such mediocrity.

For I am just an affectionate parasite,

With no hope of returned love.
Sigh...
The-Crestfallen-Fool
Written by
The-Crestfallen-Fool  Toronto
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