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Mar 2018
His eyes through me,
Those deep blueish.
The morning waites for me.
Looking at me, greeting.
I'm surprised by him,
I'm barely responding.
Yesterday that touch,
Today this Hi,
What comes next?
Nothing, just boring byes.
Betrarca
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