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Aug 2014
When she reaches out to him,
the girl who resigned
her compassion,
for me.
He keeps his integrity,
remains genuine, and keeps
his love,
for me.
I told her once,
what was a bother,
for me.
But they had such a connection,
perhaps a misunderstanding,
for me.
I feel hurt by how she touches,
shows him affection,
but no kindness nor affection,
for me.
Though their friendship is
only between them,
and to dictate,
is not,
for me.
Luna Casablanca
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