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Apr 2017
I'm no longer able to look in my eyes;
The shine is only apparent through my tears.

Then I look towards her and feel pity.
Every time I see her, I feel her,
And whenever she sees me, I try to hide
Retreating to my shell of a jacket;
She turns away.

My reflection fades as bricks slide by,
Enough bricks to lay the town.

And my eyes begin to wander again,
Persistent in finding a view;
Another glance in her direction and she's gone.
Removing her from the bus, we continue,
Traveling away from the only sight in town.
My stop is long after hers.
Emmennarr
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Emmennarr  20/M/California
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