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She Thinks She’s In Love

She looks upon him with eyes of longing desperation like a cold elusive shadow he leans his heart elsewhere She holds out pleading hands to grasp at his affection they only wander futilely in a mist of intangibility She wails out to him never silent a muted siren yet still defiant Like an old seasoned sailor his indifferent ear does not waver Fancy feathers does she adorn to peacock her beauty for attention blinded by monotone are his eyes her rainbow becomes a charcoal ribbon She streams out stinging tears in an ever darkened isolation no compassion draws close to soothe her desolate disposition

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