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Wanderlust
I've been accused of
Not having wander lust
But only if they knew
How often I wander
Looking into your eyes
Sometimes losing my way
Getting lost
Into the depths of them
For hours together
Time is irrelevant
To the frustrated artist in me
As I keep trying to trace out
Your eyes
With mine
Without getting lost in them
Tuesday 14th February 2023 7:00 am
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