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Mar 2021
I'm afraid I'm losing her.
My appeal is gone.
No longer the object of affection,
No longer a shiny new thing.
I hold no attraction.

My soul is saddened.
I wish it was easier
To break through to her core.
To get her to open herself up.
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   Imran Islam and Bogdan Dragos
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