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Ghazal 25 If she ever decides to show me kindness she remembers our past and shies away She angers quickly I love her madly but I’ll keep these thoughts brief as love She will never trust me when I am weak the question she can’t ask I can’t answer This love a despair I fight to contain but even the thread of my thoughts has loosened There is no church where she appears it’s unbearable to imagine eyes upon her |