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Jan 2018
He always looks me in the eyes,
Thinking that he owns me.
I smile like a fool, half believing it.
I ask him if he will be there for me
And he looks away, with his eternal dark smile.
"No, love, I won't."
For those who still remember.
Hanafuda
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Hanafuda  21/F/Romania
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