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The hearts of their old souls beat fast His breath taken from him. An optical illusion to some eyes yet simple to mine.          She dances in the moonlight rays,         He prays to see her again someday.         She dances her way off the stage;         into the dark abyss. He cries at the thought of seeing her again, Forever wishing to have just one last glimpse one last kiss again. He cries and weeps, like a faucet in a sink;             While they all fell bad for there love story,             such a short story. beeeep beeeep He wakes up astonished; looking in a gaze; proud to see another day. Just to realize His love was taken yesterday.                                                            yours truly,                                                                           . . .
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Jan 4, 2018
Jan 4, 2018 at 9:42 PM UTC
It wasn't all just a dream.
The hearts of their old souls beat fast His breath taken from him. An optical illusion to some eyes yet simple to mine.          She dances in the moonlight rays,         He prays to see her again someday.         She dances her way off the stage;         into the dark abyss. He cries at the thought of seeing her again, Forever wishing to have just one last glimpse one last kiss again. He cries and weeps, like a faucet in a sink;             While they all fell bad for there love story,             such a short story. beeeep beeeep He wakes up astonished; looking in a gaze; proud to see another day. Just to realize His love was taken yesterday.                                                            yours truly,                                                                           . . .
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Jan 4, 2018
Jan 4, 2018 at 9:42 PM UTC
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