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they stood on the hill ~ foes
one tall and one small
their eyes locked like nothing else existed
both hesitant, should they run or kill
curiously crossed fates
for hearts can't lie
they can beat, burn and break
but never deny ~ yearning


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wind rustling the remaining leaves
gnarly branches,
black against the moon

the sweetest dreams,
taking residence in my heart

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an impossible possibility
the sheets will not reveal my secrets

In silence

never would there evermore
a song upon a breeze
for music has forsaken us
went lost among the trees

now darkness has surrounded us
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in silence now we just await
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