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Aug 2015
Eyes that are close to tears
Mind in sudden chaos
Heart feeling betrayed

Have I assumed by myself
That what we had was a blooming love?
Was my illusion remained a visualization
Of what I hope would lead to realization?

How could pain exist
As a product of laughter and glee?
And how did your once sweet words
To my ears become the sound of a tempest?

You call me a dude
You call her my love
To you, I remain a buddy
And she, a damsel so dear

I apologize for the unreturned messages
But you don’t have to be sorry
For not reciprocating
The sensation I feel for you
Salome
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Salome  The Metro
(The Metro)   
434
   RH 78 and NV
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