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Dec 2019
The myth in the discovery,
The moment of recovery,
Mist that warms the soul,
Together, we are whole.

Mesmerized without choice
And guided by your voice,
The distant, distant cries,
The ocean in your eyes.

While gazing at the stars
The whole world could be ours
As the final hour chime
Tell me, will you please be mine?
Written by
Popa Cosmin  16/M
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