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Standing on the edge, While the stars go to bed- Wishing I could just as well. Gaze fixed on the plain, through the shattered ends of strain. "Just a second- swear no more. You're safe; I closed the door." They say she's pretty, with sky-blue eyes, got shiny hair, so luscious with shine. Has the prettiest smile- fills hearts with butterflies. I call her twice, and nine more times. Wait for her to come into sight. Yet all I see are the old dark cracks, Is she looking at me - beneath all that black? I reach for her light - time doesn't seem to pass Let out a long sigh as I brush the smooth glass
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Nov 11, 2025
Nov 11, 2025 at 9:17 AM UTC
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Standing on the edge, While the stars go to bed- Wishing I could just as well. Gaze fixed on the plain, through the shattered ends of strain. "Just a second- swear no more. You're safe; I closed the door." They say she's pretty, with sky-blue eyes, got shiny hair, so luscious with shine. Has the prettiest smile- fills hearts with butterflies. I call her twice, and nine more times. Wait for her to come into sight. Yet all I see are the old dark cracks, Is she looking at me - beneath all that black? I reach for her light - time doesn't seem to pass Let out a long sigh as I brush the smooth glass
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Nov 11, 2025
Nov 11, 2025 at 9:17 AM UTC
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