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Dec 2021
don't look at me
with those sad eyes,
I might just cry;

they are speaking to me;
it's as if they are asking
if their deceitful looks
are the reason I'm leaving

so close your eyes,
so they can't see me
when I walk away

open them now,
for now, I'm gone
There was a time I thought I saw our future through your puppy eyes
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solfang  24
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