Spending a moment on the laptop, Instinctively, his gaze returned to her. There was something endearing In that closed-lip smile of hers, The way her cheeks bulged, Leaving behind a dent, He found himself wondering If she had a dimple. A truthful brain and a dishonest heart, He was troubled within himself. So he ran to a different city, And found a new workspace. Out of sight and out of mind, All was right with the world. She belonged to someone else, And he, with his melancholy. *** Liked what you read? Leave a comment!
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