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Aug 2020
I hate the way
your face reminds me
of a simpler time-
a collection of distant yet
unforgotten memories.
To this day I am left asking myself:
how could such a sublime smile
evoke such pain?
How can such innocent eyes
conjure such betrayal?
Whenever I see your face,
I can't help but wonder
what could have been.
Mitch Prax
Written by
Mitch Prax  32/M/Australia
(32/M/Australia)   
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