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Feb 2014
I look at you and all I see
are the ruins of what was once a
concrete
stable
beautiful
romance.

I look at you looking at her
and all I see
is the way your gaze held mine
truly
and
tenderly

I look at myself through glass
and all I see
is a broken painting.
A piece of art that you started
but didn't bother to finish.

Finish me
shy
Written by
shy  lv
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   Zul, celestial and Winter Silk
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