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Aug 2016
I finally found her,
she’s in the mirror...

But she’s staring off into space
with a:

Not everything is clear
kind of glazed eyed glare.

I’ll try not to stare
and not to obsess...

I’ll only show my
invested interests,

but attraction
is attraction...

And caring
is weird.
Jurtin Albine
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Jurtin Albine  26/M
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