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Once the sun decided to stay awhile, the locks melted away, and no longer would I crave you — face pushed between the bars. You held me for the first time, no restrictions between you and me. And I dug my face in your embrace, in order to find your heart. The gates swung wide as we danced, under the sun, under the stars, and time was non-existent. Were there really ever bars? Traveling through time, you finally looked at the clock. The season ended, the bars re-locked. I long for you for eternity it seems. Forever I wait at the gates, in hopes for your return.
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Mar 31, 2014
Mar 31, 2014 at 3:09 AM UTC
Between the Bars
Once the sun decided to stay awhile, the locks melted away, and no longer would I crave you — face pushed between the bars. You held me for the first time, no restrictions between you and me. And I dug my face in your embrace, in order to find your heart. The gates swung wide as we danced, under the sun, under the stars, and time was non-existent. Were there really ever bars? Traveling through time, you finally looked at the clock. The season ended, the bars re-locked. I long for you for eternity it seems. Forever I wait at the gates, in hopes for your return.
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Mar 31, 2014
Mar 31, 2014 at 3:09 AM UTC
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