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Mar 2020
In her words,
back then,
I saw a glimpse
of what We were -
and fell
for it again.

Time passes, mortals die
But Hope -
It will always
Rise.

And as her dark
and puncturing
Eyes
teased my Will
to stare back
High,
I couldn’t find
the strength to
Lie
to Myself
Anymore.
© 03/05/2019
The Foodie One
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The Foodie One  27/Italy
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