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Want

It happened suddenly.

My eyes were glossed.

My heart was racing.

He was a metaphor, a serendipity, a game.

I understood, felt, had him.

 

It happened suddenly.

He is a metaphor, a serendipity, a game.

She understands, feels, has him.

My eyes are crying.

My heart is missing.

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carina-treitl
Romanian
Published
Jun 29, 2010
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