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i look up to see his eyes
searching into the crowd
i pretend to look away
to avoid meeting his gaze
i see her smiling into the distance
a silent chuckle leaving her mouth
he finally found her.
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Wishful Thinker
Poetry/wɪʃfʊl θɪŋkə/ . of the unreachable dreams . "you don't understand me, you never do you never see words the way I always do now I will bombard you with words see if you will ever be lost for words" started : 180219 ended : 181205
