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Sep 2013
They sit there
Two perfect strangers

He sits there
Soaking in perfection .
She sits there
Putting up a front .

He sits there
His perfection fading
He too is putting up a front
He sits there quietly
Wishing he could scream at the top of his lungs
But instead
He just sits there-Β Β Silent.

She sees that all of his perfection is gone
But she wants to soak in him
They're mutual loneliness
They're mutual pain.

They sit there
Two perfect strangers
Silently  *falling
Clarice Dogood
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Clarice Dogood  The Clouds
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