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Rated: E · Poetry · Experience · #1097935

A poem on my despiration for love, i guess...

Walking down the street
Hand in hand
I look at her
She looks at me
I grasp her hand tighter
In hopes the night will never end
I wonder
Is this just a fulfillment
of my desperation for love?
I look at her
I ponder
Does she really love me for me?
She looks at me

Her hand drops...

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