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by Annie P.

you left your heart undressed
in his hands.
you doe-eyed girl,
you dreamy girl.

you left your pain
by the door,
waiting for you to come back.

and walked with determination
(incomplete with determination)

now falling toward the ground,
you summer cotton dress.

but he comes back to your thoughts wildly
and you anticipate
(completely diving into your wants)

that your dreams will never die.
that your love will never die.

that the stars will have kept their mystery

and that, love,
is hypocritical.