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Starlight
On a cold winter's night
They sat, hand in hand
Ravaged by time
Old in design
Two dinosaurs
In a digital age
Still in analogue love
Upon a wireless hub
Sitting on a park bench
Beneath a full moon
At the end of their time
Bodies poised to resign
In a gathering frost
They glisten as one
Hands intertwined
Old parchment defined
...Thursday 19th November 2020 3:49 pm
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