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Oct 2013
a moonlite summers eve
slow dancing beneath the trees
fire flies sparkle like stars in the night sky
dancing to our selective style

the dark shadows playing a secret game
as eternity turns into a single moment
as rescue floats blissfully out of view
trapping me in here
where there is no sign of you

caught up in a web of lies
getting really hard to disguise
the way you make me feel
suddenly hopping this is real
Emily Helen Culver
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Emily Helen Culver
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