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Aug 2016
It was a foreshadowing so strong
that I could almost see
the face within the silhouette.

How could I ever forget
the day that the two
directional arrows passed?


I’ll never see one
way the same again…

A forfeited love to have...
A chance at a beautiful sunset…

One that I would gladly forget
to have you lie beside me...

and crawl up marble steps
to get a glimpse
of what lays behind those eyes.
Jurtin Albine
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Jurtin Albine  26/M
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