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Jun 2018
I walked in, I looked at you.
Into those dark doe eyes.
You passed a grin, it wasn’t meant for me.
That’s when I realised.

I was painting my reality on a skinny sheet of glass.
And all it took was a grin from you to make it fall and crash.

A.S.
AMISHA
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AMISHA
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