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Jul 2019
They called my love for you
one-sided love
like the dot on an empty canvas
like a single flower petal on concrete ground
like the nameless atlas
like the moon at the crescent
like the one unused colour
like the one unopened Christmas present

If only you gave your hand in mine,
I would have promised to place the world in yours.
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