Likeness

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Likeness

I saw a guy and a girl on the bus today.
He had bronze-brass hair, blue eyes
And he was tall.
Just like you
She was cute, petite
And she was Asian.
Just like me.
He held her hand
She smiled at him
They talked and laughed together.
Just like we once did.
Do you remember those times...?
Or are they just a faded memory...?

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Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

DangerousBeauty’s Poems (12)

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Likeness 0
Torn 1
Breathless 1
Beautiful One 0
Bittersweet Poison 1
Shapeshifter 1
Searching 1
Monster of Deceit 1
Close Your Eyes and Dream 1
Impale 1
Burn Me Alive 0
Open Heart Procedure 1