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Jan 2016
She  looks  through  me.
Never  seeing  the  love  I'm  feeling  for  her.
She  is  tall  and  slim.
With  hair  of  sun.
Her  face  perfection.
Skin  of  rare  complexion  
That  mouth  unique.
That  will  never  speak  to  me.

Keith  Wilson.  Windermere.  UK  2016.
Keith Wilson
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Keith Wilson  Windermere UK
(Windermere UK)   
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