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Nov 2024
Eyes closed,
His voice a soft enchantment,
Wrapping me whole.
The music: wispy, gentle,
Whispers of love lost,
A sadness that pulls.
His fragile spirit aches,
And I long to heal him,
To be the shore
for his endless tide.
The song ends,
The spell fades,
And we drift apart.
Written by
Charlotte
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