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Nalinee Nov 2020
You talk of tangibles
I'm stuck in intangibles.
Highly doubt if you'll ever see
Questioning eyes, I can no longer hide.

Who'll believe, if not you
My smiles deceive, do you know.
Not you, but myself
Eagerly waiting, to be caught.

— The End —