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Author: Nymphean
Fiction Rated: K+ - English - Angst/Romance - Reviews: 2 - Published: 05-01-02 - Updated: 05-01-02 - id:753413

Upon Waiting for Busses on a Cold April Evening

Crossed paths

In hallways

A face

Among the faceless

Love me,

Please me

Just

Unfreeze me

Everyday

They look at me

Say, “Baby’s

Just too blind to see”

Nameless strangers

Shameless games

My claim to fame

We’re so different

We’re just the same

And Baby’s just

A useless pawn

Pride forgotten,

Dignity gone

Her mask is pinned up

On the wall

For all to see

Her final fall.

She is me

And I am her,

We’re nothing like

What we once were

And now he offers me

His hand

His touch is one

I can’t withstand

‘Cause if he touched me,

It would touch me

In my heart

You and I,

We’re not that far apart.



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