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Jan 2019
As they kissed for the last time
His eyes betrayed the cruelty of his crime
She was broken beyond repair
His last words, “Take care,”
Locked into her mind they stood
Where even death did no good
And hidden there in that sad place
Is the trace of an angel’s tear as it rolls down her face
The water it stained as it fell
There is where the sad things dwell
Moonbeam Dream
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Moonbeam Dream  14/F/probably my room
(14/F/probably my room)   
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