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Jun 2013
He's in my head.
He occupies my mind.
His piercing blue eyes
Are all I can find.
In my minds eye I see him so clear,
But from his I am absent,
I expect and I fear.

Too him I was a fling.
Too him it probably meant nothing.
But for me it was the most intimate night,
Of my sad, lonely, loveless life.
Molly O
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Molly O  22/F/Alternating
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