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Nov 2011
In due time, the stars might play their fate.
Now, it feels almost it's heaven match made.
But there is only room for two.
They couldn't stay to please you.
Perhaps she never will,
might never fit in there.
One last leap,
but she wouldn't dare.
They look at her with such disdain.
You couldn't ease that pain.
With that much barrier,
with that much not alike.
She's hanging on,
but she might just lose that lonesome fight.
Sherilyn Tan
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