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December 8, 2007
a chance meeting
folded into a hopeless romance
within the cold wintery city
I felt at ease

you were a mirage to me
or are now
an empty ideal of sorts
but deep in my heart nonetheless

infrequent and unsatisfactory
chance meetings only
preceeded by insane obsession
i would dream, hopelessly

skimming the surface
of my desires
you would tread
frequently

two eyes blinkered
with infatuation
a gentle soul reaching
to be held

gone are those times
now far away
i no longer feel your breath
or dare to hold mine
with thoughts of the
lost virginity of my heart