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Jan 2015
How is it that I saw galaxies in your eyes when you never saw mine,
Trickle disappointment down my body through my own spine,
Was I blind or were you just a good faker,
You were nothing more than a joy taker,
Time goes on and my heart grows small,
Surely soon enough it'll be nothing at all.
© Joanna Mrsich. All rights reserved
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