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Oct 2019
For the first time since my eyes first fell upon his lips
I did not crave them
Glazing over the contours of his cheeks
Left me unmoved
I think it's finally over;
The torture of his unreturned glance
I am free
Anthea
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Anthea  25/F/New York
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