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Jan 2013
I saw a girl walking down the street the other day;
And she reminded me a bit of myself.
Her Cobalt eyes remained attached to the sky,
as if the infinite blue in it held promise for her.
She was utterly aloof.
As I passed her by,
she took time to acknowledge my presence with a quick nod.
I gave her the same.
It was just that,
and we were connected.
Funny though,
I don't think that I care to know this girl at all.
It is as though nothing will be gained from learning any more,
because I know that we are combined with the same essence.
She might love spring,
I might loathe the summer.
That doesn't matter.
It never will.
Emerald Proctor
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Emerald Proctor
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