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One-Sided Love

His eyes has always dreamt of her

His every breath reminded of her

His life depended on her

And she fall for leather jackets and long beard.

His one sided love was his own

His world his happiness his pride

Always standing next to her

Yet can’t say a single word.

She was his poem his words

She was his joy his smile

Whole world saw his love

Yet she remained mystery to him.

And one day he had fallen

Her angel was captured

He was broken and empty

For her girl wasn’t there anymore.

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