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Crossroads

I remember. Your eyes and your velvet, and the half open gate... I remember. Old fashion perfume, mistaken roses, carnations and whatnots... I remember. The music and the half burnt candles and the way you looked at my that day as if you knew... that I would never see you this Earth, ever again.

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