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Apr 2021
Meeting his dark eyes
in the rearview mirror
was the highlight of my days.

A fine but shy specimen;
he would avert his gaze
before I could catch them.

The way his hair would
fall on his forehead,
left me enraptured.

I much preferred to look at
the rearview mirror the entire drive
rather than the view outside.
Written by
Somi  21/F/India
(21/F/India)   
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