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Aug 2017
He was sitting at the corner–I , on the other.

                                               I pretended to draw him

                               because that’s what most people knew that I do.

               An excuse, I know—one that I’ll never speak of…

               So that my heart can say  it loves to draw…

                               …..and not the man on the paper .
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HM  Universe
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   Madeon
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