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July


July
I remembered I felt
No purpose
Surrounded by a neglected glance
                                                             
Take a look at me,
And see the moment
Before I asked myself
                                                             
 What had I lost?
His eyes
Were remarkably cold
And heavy as an axe
His lips
                                                             
I remembered them, but I cannot explain
He inspired neither love
Nor fear,
Just uneasiness.
 
 
Samantha Salvemini
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