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Eleanor Rigby Nov 2014
I remember thinking about you and
getting glimpses of  heaven,
I remember looking in your eyes
and seeing my very own reflection
like you were glass and me
so desperate for your opinion,
like we were one and the same,
Like we were perfection.

And now, and now...
you are but a long gone stranger
I had spent years mistaking for myself.

I mean it's just funny,
for the short times we spent together
I certainly did believe
you were never going to leave.


F.Z.N

— The End —