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THE SHADOW ON MY TEA CUP WAS STILL THE SAME, YOUR BEAUTIFUL FACE HAD NOT CHANGED SINCE YOU CAME, THE AFTERNOON SUN BISECTED THE CURTAINS, FILTERED BREEZE HUNG AND THE TIME HAD MADE NO GAINS; BUT MY MIND IS STILL THINKING HOW NICE IT WAS, YOUR SMILE, YOUR MYSTIQUE AND I LOVED YOU BECAUSE, THE GARDEN DOORS DID NOT MOVE TO HALT THE VIEW, A RED BUTTERFLY HUNG AS THOUGH BORN ANEW, I WONDERED IF I COULD REACH OUT, TOUCH YOUR HAND, BUT ALL MY LIMBS WERE MOTIONLESS LIKE QUICKSAND, HOLDIG ME, SCOLDING ME FOR DISTURBING THE STILL, WOULD THIS EVER END OR JUST CONTINUE TILL, THERE WAS NO EMOTION, TEARS OR CONSTANT PAIN, THE SECOND-HAND ON THE CLOCK STARTED MOVING AGAIN.
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Feb 20, 2016
Feb 20, 2016 at 4:23 AM UTC
FOUR O ' CLOCK FOREVER
THE SHADOW ON MY TEA CUP WAS STILL THE SAME, YOUR BEAUTIFUL FACE HAD NOT CHANGED SINCE YOU CAME, THE AFTERNOON SUN BISECTED THE CURTAINS, FILTERED BREEZE HUNG AND THE TIME HAD MADE NO GAINS; BUT MY MIND IS STILL THINKING HOW NICE IT WAS, YOUR SMILE, YOUR MYSTIQUE AND I LOVED YOU BECAUSE, THE GARDEN DOORS DID NOT MOVE TO HALT THE VIEW, A RED BUTTERFLY HUNG AS THOUGH BORN ANEW, I WONDERED IF I COULD REACH OUT, TOUCH YOUR HAND, BUT ALL MY LIMBS WERE MOTIONLESS LIKE QUICKSAND, HOLDIG ME, SCOLDING ME FOR DISTURBING THE STILL, WOULD THIS EVER END OR JUST CONTINUE TILL, THERE WAS NO EMOTION, TEARS OR CONSTANT PAIN, THE SECOND-HAND ON THE CLOCK STARTED MOVING AGAIN.
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Feb 20, 2016
Feb 20, 2016 at 4:23 AM UTC
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