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Still Here
I thought, I had finally,
That, somehow, all that we shared were memories now.
But then I saw the moon, the flowers, the cloudy night sky and the moonlight falling on them.
Its funny, how there were a hundred different shades of black that night. And how the white flowers were so calm in the darkness that, hugged them. Before I could think of anything, my heart called out for you, as if w...
Sunday 20th October 2024 9:41 am
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