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*Maybe he's still alive, that sullen guy who crept out of the abyss like a moth and before we even knew the depth, he saw light and chased every ray. The beautiful girl unbeknownst by touch, slided,skated and glided on words and the two of them flew on lexical wings, afraid of falling from the heat that was love. Guy and girl, found one another's arms, Fought against an avalanche of cold snow, they held each other against the mountains. Love soon discovered it was labelled love, And as my heart awoke to thoughts of you, suddenly your heart became a guiding light.*
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Jun 7, 2016
Jun 7, 2016 at 8:11 PM UTC
Maybe he's still alive...
*Maybe he's still alive, that sullen guy who crept out of the abyss like a moth and before we even knew the depth, he saw light and chased every ray. The beautiful girl unbeknownst by touch, slided,skated and glided on words and the two of them flew on lexical wings, afraid of falling from the heat that was love. Guy and girl, found one another's arms, Fought against an avalanche of cold snow, they held each other against the mountains. Love soon discovered it was labelled love, And as my heart awoke to thoughts of you, suddenly your heart became a guiding light.*
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Jun 7, 2016
Jun 7, 2016 at 8:11 PM UTC
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