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The DayThe day will come When I confess my love to her The day will come When I am no longer stabbed by the knife of loss The day will come When the sun overpowers the clouds that shadow some of my paths The day will come When she notices me, Really sees me Instead of walking through me like an illusion, A taunt By: Eric Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem |
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