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Justine 1d
Our love was like the morning mist.

fresh and cool.

Mellowing and entrancing

An overflowing fragrance.

So perfect, so tranquil,

Plunging you,

In ecstasy so deep It seems unending

But then, he rises.

Your sun.

And our blissful epoch fades thus

As though It was never

there to begin with

— The End —