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When I avoid being near
Before my eyes you appear,
As if heaven sent
To my torment.

Metaphors
Pale before
Your exuberance.
I'll long for
Always more
Of your radiance.

I'd like to approach you
Just to say
How beautiful
You are today.

Alas, burns inside me
The fact that we
Are not meant to be.
Alas, it's on another's chest
That you lay your head to rest.

Still uncertain
Whether to claim
The rewards of my oath,
Your picture remains
On the trapezoid lain
And I far from both...

When I avoid being near
Before my eyes you appear,
As if heaven sent
To my torment.

In the obscurity of a dark cave's depth
Dwells a sorrow-filled bat;
Beholding the eagles's gracious flight,
Light is not for him, all he can get is the sight.

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