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Oct 2014
I went to sleep,
wanting to talk to him;
I woke up,
wanting to talk to him;

In the morning,
I looked in the mirror and tried to
see what he sees;
I went to an art gallery trying to
see what he sees;
I lived today trying to
see what he sees.
Athea
Written by
Athea  Abu Dhabi
(Abu Dhabi)   
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