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Aug 2011
"Kiss me." you said, even though
you don't love me,
and I?
I loved you but then again,
that's over now.

Now the only thing left of the past
seems to be you here in front of me.
"Kiss you?" You nod,
and grin.

But I know
you're afraid of love.

So don't hurt me,
you fool.
Sigilism
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