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NOSTALGIA


Our love was rare sometimes unfair. It had no reason, it held us in it's prison filled with lessons. I miss those days we could talk about everything. When sleepless nights were a pleasure. You were part of my smile and my tears. Our love was a moving sea between the shores of our souls. It knew not it's own depth until the hour of separation. Yearning for those moments we shared when we first met.
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