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Hands that stretched down to reach mine. The first day at school, I was only nine. The air around me felt different. Kids who could not let got of the..
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When nostalgia hits, when time waits for no man, as it flys away. When every good thing comes to an end, for better or worse. When you leave and there..
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A man waits patiently on a love table, with a scent that charms. A table with cutlery that portrays art. With sweet melody music in the air. As the mu..
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On a table, a book with many souls. That travelled through many hands. Each welder with different dreams and goals. A book that never finds home. With..
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In the darkest days. When I remember their names. And how my eyes are set on your gaze. As my senses heighten. And my hold of you tightens. Alone in r..
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Arms as soft as feathers, a hug that melts mercury. And every word and action shapes and moulds me like clay. How faint are the recollection of you, l..
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Take me again for there is no gain. Every pain in life is like a knife to the heart. And every beat draws closer to the last. Sweet nectar, how sweet ..
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Hazel eyes but no lies, pink lips and innocents. My love, can never fade nor can it be trade. And if your love, is like a glove let no one take it.
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