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Jan 2016
I recognize him from far,
His demeanor pulls me back to him,
He is gazing at the flowers.
He looks up,
But, then looks away,
Broken, my voice tries to stop him,
He walks away,
Taking my heart along,
But leaving me in shambles.
Jesica
Written by
Jesica  Delhi
(Delhi)   
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