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She may be standing before me,
but the one I see is you...
In her eyes,
I see a blossoming flower,
that needs love,
treatment,
caressing,
But no gardener.
Your soul is that blossom,
that rose I see,
it's not her,
nor her dull, glum eyes,
It's you, appearing before me,
in every person I see...
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Pieces of Mind
Poesia#66 in poetry 5/11/17 ~~~ Yet something hasn't changed, for I still wished I could pulverize into atoms, and become the air you breathe in... ~~~ From when she made me human...
