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Feb 2016
Never a smile or a laugh when it's me talking.
You move when I come near.
Are we the same pole of the magnet?
My eyes can never leave you for long,
Yet yours are trained to anywhere else,
And they never meet.

1/28/16
Torias
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     Torias, Mrs Ashley Somebody, Glass and ---
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