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Jun 24
Did I fall for a rumour
wrapped in soft lies?
Whispers said he liked me—
I believed with closed eyes.

One says it’s false,
just talk in the air,
but why did it feel
like something was there?

A glance,
a pause,
a maybe smile—
I held it close
for quite a while.

Maybe it’s foolish.
Maybe it’s gone.
But part of me hopes
they all got it wrong.
alia
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alia  14/F/:p
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