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Nov 2015
The Miss Match
It was Monday, or Sunday maybe,
one of the yellow days.
I was talking to You and I heard it:
The sound of two hearts, colliding,
and then...
sliding onward.
We had missed each other again.
Written by
Teodora  London
(London)   
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