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They call it poetry, what she feels with her mouth closed. By his.Douglas Self
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Sleepless nights, infinite random thoughts, Remembering those moments, he had much to say, an urge to talk to someone, to be cared, to be loved, to be understood ! ! She was gone by now, And he was lost ! ! There it was, A white paper note, a pen, and the dark clouds forcing him to spill out ! ! Yes Words did most of talking, the unsaid words took the paper form . Strange it was, the way Love was lost somewhere in the Library stacks ! ! .Douglas Self
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He stared at her, knowing with certainty thathe was falling in love. He looked the other way, Her face triggered through his heart, forcing him to look back, and admire that beauty! ! Soon He pulled her close andkissed her beneath a blanket of stars, wondering how on earth he'd been luckyenough to find her... Wait it was morning, the dream was actually over ! !Douglas Self
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She toyed around with his smiles and emotions, till they actually turned plastic. And then, She changed the toy…Douglas Self
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She came and took away all his miseries, his sorrows ! ! Then SHewent and left him restlessly numb. He was herpainkiller. SHe, his anesthetic.Douglas Self