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Aug 6
She is my everything,
In her absence, solitude claws at my core.
I offer her the world, hoping to cling,
Yet she vanishes, leaving my hopes to roar.
Now here, now goneβ€”a fleeting shadow play,
Today she's mine, tomorrow drifts astray.
Styles
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Styles  NYC
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