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it's okay, she came back


We tiptoed in an evolving dance for an eternity,

Then She embraced me with her sweet, sweet heart.

I vowed to never let Her go, but She felt chained.

To see her like That, so restricted, was my death.

There was no question. I made no thought to myself.

I set Her free, no chance of return.

        It's what made Her happy.

That's all that I need.

 

 

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