Andreas Rubin Poems

Our eyes meet
walking down the street
dying inside
we both cry, I believe it is
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I love you
I think of you every night
You make me live
You supply me with power
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Why haven't you come looking for me?
I walk here and there
gone from sight and you won't even try to search for me.
I thought you adored me? We were friends weren't we?
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I see its eyes
I see its head
I see its beak
I see its feathers
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What I do:
I hate
I heal
I kill
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