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Glare
He looks at me,
With those transparent green eyes,
As if he can’t believe,
A single word I say,
As if he hasn’t seen,
Anyone so truthful until today.
He looks at me with the sun’s glare,
Can anyone tell him,
Not to stare,
As if he won’t meet,
Me after this moment fleets,
As if we could have met,
Long before the sun set.
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