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Jun 20
My love was shaped by the curves of your smile,
And the way you looked at me made life worthwhile.
Even now, my dreams still flow to your sea,
Because in the end, we are perfect — you and me.

My heart feels like a forest of dead trees,
Burned branches and mercury scenes.
Rivers of love with nowhere to go —
I miss your smell, your voice, your soul.
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Lost Indeed
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   White Owl and Mary Huxley
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