Mirage
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Sandra Feldman
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To rise above it All,
Love, hate, passion, lies
And the look in your beloved eyes,
That speaks to me always,
And then to realize,
That were both so lonely,
Drifting apart with open arms,
That never come together,
In the ultimate, most desirable embrace,
That never takes us to our state of grace,
For we have never even met, face to face.
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