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May 2015
Reminisce of her pretty face that descend unrealistic utopias to my world. As I crackle a little giggle synonymously to that of a bonfire in the dark. Sudden thoughts evaporate the smile like the sparks do.

Her halo disappears,so does she.  Elusive it is to decipher the meaning behind this. Perhaps I'm in denial of the truth. She misled me into darkness with promises of eternal shine. Instead I'm now trapped in the dark only to realise now it was a lie. The illumination she provided was only temporarily lit.

Pretty images of us hand-in-hand on the sandy lands with serenity in the air brought by the ocean hisses. We were about to rewind those kisses. Till I realised I'm dreaming. I woke up,next to me in my bed..she wasn't there.

See you in my next fantasy.
It is what you believe it is. Your subconscious could be the most realistic state.
YoungSymba
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YoungSymba  Durban
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