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My eyes lit up and twinkled like
the stars of Heaven.

Before the Dawning Age
in the realms of beyond

Death knocking upon
the door

Free thought to disperse
exhaling the light

A flexing of mental thoughts
A dream like dance
floating above with a loving glance.
Natalie Thompson Jan 2015
What scares me the most
Is this crazy thought of you
Being just like him

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