Seperate

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their eyes met

she saw something

he didn't

she tried talking to him

he brushed her off

they went their separate ways going home

she looked at herself in the mirror,
destroying herself with her mind

whilst he slept, dreaming of pride










Note-

So I figured I'd try writing poetry on here...

I have always loved to write it, but I don't think it's that good. Constructive criticism is welcome!

So please comment and vote if you don't mind. I would love it.

Thanks.

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