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Feb 12
The still-beating heart that stopped once,
Thumped ardently.

The rigid cold wrap of Death's embrace
withered fictiously.

A soul forever trapped in its own darkness, found light in a space that never knew dawn's caress, a vibrant love that defied oblivion's address.

I am quite unsure if the universe conspired or was inspired by our depth for each other, But I know with unwavering certainty our souls were destined to meet,

A cosmic dance orchestrated by hands unseen, forever our hearts will beat.
Written by
     guy scutellaro and Elizabeth J
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