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I don’t know whats in those eyes A blue ocean or the starry skies Working the magic they always do Could they be so beautiful,

The flickering of the candle. The evergreen fragrance of the rose. Today is the day, when I talk to her. I have to. I’ve been

My hands overlap, pointing north: a silent prayer, a quiet reminder that the time is up. The sofa groans as a man vacates his seat;

I found a new love A love where the emotions are intense A love where loving her has become my sixth sense. I don’t need

What is the meaning of life? How is one to attain happiness? These are the type of introspective questions that are bound to pop up

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