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Oct 21
How I yearn for thee
Your smile my reprieve

Yet you lack the same gaze
I feel short in your praise

For I am in love with your esthetics
Simply blind by your aesthetics

But, I feel you find me not comparable
It simply feels that you fine me tolerable

How I yearn for thee
Alas I feel no reprieve
Written by
Alex Etheridge  20/M
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