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Davina
Apr 28, 2025
Poetry
Drama
He puffs on his cigar by the sea, calm and free,
With blue eyes I wish he'd stare at me
Through the window, such a view,
But I messed up, oh what to do.
Crying every night, can't make it right,
Why did I break it, now he's out of sight.