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Oct 2020
And in her last breath,
She whispered to me,

"Love does not have a beginning
nor an end.
It is not a line,
but a ring.
And somewhere out there,
in those far-distant cosmos,
we are meeting for the first time."
Written by
Andrew  21/M/Pittsburgh, PA
(21/M/Pittsburgh, PA)   
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