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May 2017
ink stained fingers clasp a cigarette
you bring it to your lips
inhale as though it will give you some relief from your problems

you wear shades at night
hiding behind mirrored lenses
like you know someone is watching

I look away, trying not to be that someone
but my gaze finds it way back to you
Always back to you

and maybe I'm hoping that one day
I'll find you, shades off
looking back at me too
Written by
Tabitha  34/F
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