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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.
Copyright ©
Morgana Moon
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