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May 2015
The rich sadness, that
is a silent smile shining,
white in the daylight,

half a world apart, heart to heart

when two realize, in that
they will never be pining,
for another, in the twilight,

of
their
lives.
A place called Never.
may the fourth of hope, be with you all.
Ottar
Written by
Ottar  where you will find me
(where you will find me)   
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     Shylah S, --- and ryn
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