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Blueskye27

Published: Nov 14, 2008

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forgive me

I never meant to
    complicate your life

I couldn’t know,
    didn’t realize,

that when your eyes
    settled on mine

I should
    have looked
           away

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undeniably

Mar 28, 2010

I still love this poem so much, except this time reading it, I can relate to it more than ever.

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