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Jul 2015
I don’t understand
how I can’t seem to see your face
whenever I think of you;
when all I find myself doing in your presence
is discover any possible feature, spot, gaze
that lives in secret upon you,
as if I were having my last breath -
and yet you are a blurry circle all in my head.
Aniron
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Aniron  27/F/Netherlands
(27/F/Netherlands)   
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