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among hundreds of faces in the crowd
that she would have gone for,
his one and only,
would she run a thousand miles for
then she caught a glimpse of him
his small frame squished by
tougher ones with no tolerance,
his face looking gloomy and forlorn
as always,
she sighed
"what wouldn't I trade for the world just to run into your arms and assure that I am, and have always been here for you?"
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Wishful Thinker
Poezie/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
