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november

Poetry, 2016

The soft locks of your hair to the bright gleam in your eyes.
I couldn't help but bury my love deep under lies.
The things I wished to tell you but without courage I mumble incoherently.
Sometimes looking completely messed up yet there you are with stunning beauty.
The hidden actions I show you are really little romances.
I know now that I have zero to none chances.

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