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Nov 2014
You’re never coming back.
This’ll never happen and I’ll never know,
Yet I stand here staring.

Wear red, yellow, white or green
Doesn’t matter, you look like the Queen,
Not that one.

My heart skipped when you walked in,
And all the eyes turned
But yours never did.

Your fingers ran across my face
And I sneezed, only to realize
It was all just a dream.
Written by
Deadgreenpoet  India
(India)   
330
   unknown and Joseph Schneider
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