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Dec 2019
O’er looking your life from above,
Not as high as the clouds,
Not as chaotic as the bounds,
But just as that dove.
Sometimes glances were exchanged,
As if I were there.
I’d touch your hair with my eyes’ range
Only to find your hand
Yearning to escape
My love of sand.
-And down it crumbles along the beach of fictitious bliss
Written by
LERocmar  18/Milky Way Galaxy
(18/Milky Way Galaxy)   
   Larry Marshall
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