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I like things That do not belong Mislaid, lost Dropped, thrown How do they end up in my frame How come I keep on noticing. I am attracted to things That do not quite seem to fit Subtly ruining it; A smudge, a note A love Unwritten in the stars. A weakness For displaced happiness Somewhere I never intended; Maybe, My love, I misplace my heart in the right spot.
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Jan 9, 2016
Jan 9, 2016 at 5:53 AM UTC
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