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soft beams of moonlight
mingled midst the forest canopy
twas a lovely sight
I live in the poetry I cannot write and
I dream in the forever I will not find.
There she goes again
Stop her reading book--just
Taking her phone
Push the power button
Hoping there is a text
From the one she wish the most--

And still
All she get

Is an empty text
And you know it is not that easy to text someone first
Time...
Sometimes a good friend
Sometimes
An elusive enemy
Time...
Time, let's rather be friends than enemies
She dreamed of leaving
But was stuck in a deadbeat town
One day she went outside
The next she was never found
They loved each other so deeply,
They never resurfaced
What hellish feeling
This wait that perplexes me
When will I find you
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