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Apr 2017
She was a glow,
Ethereal,
Mystic and Seraphic.

She claimed,
No one loved her,
And no one will.

Yet each day,
Men went to her,
And confessed their love.

And she always ran
And hid,
Behind the sagebrush.

Sad,
They loved her.
She just didn't love herself.
#Inspired #love #Fears
Mahnoor Kamran
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