teotokyo
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Not once
he had felt
the obnoxious remind
of not being enough.
Especially
around 6 p.m.
When she was gazing
at the evening sky
covered in its pink and orange light
admiration filling her eyes.
For he was convinced
she never looked at him
that way.
A pity, indeed.
Since anytime
her eyes rested at him
they mirrored delight.
Because
even if the sky was there
she couldn't have it
all for herself.
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Because this is my first story in English, please comment if it's acceptable.
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