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Jul 2018
And if we're ever lucky enough

we'll meet each other again.

We'll look into each other's eyes

maybe only for a split second, as we pass by.

Maybe you'll be on your phone,

and I'll have a coffee on my right hand.

And we will cross each other indifferently

but our eyes will know.

'*** the eyes

my sweet, gentle, boy,

they never lie.





//A
Anakaren Davila
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Anakaren Davila  23/F/Austin, Texas
(23/F/Austin, Texas)   
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