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False date It Was Rain When She Rode The Train Where She Was Worn Her Heavy Coat That Cover The Torn Heart Hidden Under The Suit She Sat In First Place Where Someone Sat Beside Her But Couldn't Look At His Face Nor Could Even Dare To Look To The Other Side Or To Pay Attention Because Of Her Pride Or Any Unknown intention As He Might Think Of Admiration Or Even Love That Is The Way She Usually Thought And The ***** Say She Was Taught Never To Look Beside When There is A Man Just Silently Ride As Much As You Can ! But She StartedTo Dream With How He Look Want To Ask Steam Of His Coffee Or The Book He Was Deeply Read Unaware Of That Indeed She Imagined Him So Smart And Nice And In Such Dim Will Be Her Blithe Sure It Was Whim lies But it became her plea And his own eyes Became her aim to see! So The Dream Insist To Make Her In Fist Of Fancy And Imagination So She Become Patient Waiting For Response Or Any Coming Chance For Her To Turn To Look Then Leave Before Got Burn Out Of Grief !!! The Lady Still Think Of Prince On Horse That Will Make Her Sink In Love By Force Her Heart Ready To Beat With First Guy She Meet May Be In Street Or In The Next Seat Thinking it is gay The love of surprise Like First Lovely Ray When Sun Rise She Couldn't Wait So Long Become So Eager And Long For Crossing Midline Or Showing Any Sign Taking The First Step At The End Of Trip Asking About Watch Time Finally With Eagered Breath To Face Her Dreams Crime That Almost Cause Her Death !!! When She Found Ugly Man With Cap One forty pound Showing a Real Gap On Exposing His Hair As Well As Nightmare To Get Rid Of Hope She Has Almost Cope With For A Nice hour Where She Lost All Power And The Main Cause Was Her Heart's Pause Which Totally With Her Run At The Final Station As If Followed By Gun Inspite Of Being Patient As No More Patience Nor Even Passions But It Is Time To Evade From Total Fate That Almost Made Her Dream A False Date !!! Faten makram

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