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Jul 2017
and i watched
while the spring breeze swayed the curtains
and a weak smile played on his lips
her eyes were closed
dark lashes fluttering gently
light snores escaping her mouth

he held her hand in his
and i couldn't help but to wonder
how could a love be so pure?
II: the second work in a series of short poems; series one.
Written by
lilly  literally lost
(literally lost)   
     Ben Noah Suri and JG O'Connor
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