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September 27, 2013
He looked her up.
He got in touch.
He crossed his fingers.
He hoped for luck.
He opened wounds.
He touched raw nerves.
He shed real tears.
He showed he cared.
He exposed his heart.
He bared his soul.
He knew once more,
He had lost control.
He fantasised
He knocked on wood.
He became wide eyed.
He misunderstood.
He walked away.
He now realised why,
He would never return.
He waved a last goodbye.
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