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Sep 24
Coffee in the morning
A light at 8

A warm cup of embrace
A cool drag of smoke

A heart longing for the impossible
A soul forgetting to live

Hair up and clean
Unshaven and untamed

A chance meeting
One in life's game

But those eyes
The soft brown eyes

We're ones you never could forget

I still love him
I still love her

Two hearts beat as one
Thousands of miles apart

And only time will know
If that last was it
Or if there is still a ember left in the ashes
Writing of the Unknown
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