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Dec 2018
The one thing i recognised
Was his hair
Smooth as silk
and black as ink

Yet standing there
With his back to me
My pulse is racing
And I'm afraid he'd hear

He turns around
And our eyes meet
It's like I'm frozen
And i can't move

Suddenly i heard it
My heart breaking
As he turned away
Without a last look
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Poetryzj  F
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