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My eyes see him.
The whim follows as he walks,
dragging itself behind him.
I curse silently; nothing new.
Again and again, almost everyday.
I tear my gaze away
hoping no one has seen
how my eyes looked at him;
my features.
One hell of a creature. .
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Divergent Misplaced Melodies (Poems)
PoesíaTaste these poems. |Highest ranking #142 in poetry, #44 in quotes| A poetry book from the soul. There's poetry and then there is this. Some are designed from my imagination, for my love of creating stories. And some are inspired from real life. I wa...
