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Sweet October: I dream upon our sweet october, melow as I am for I shall be with you no longer... I remember your sweet and beautiful disguise, a girl so deep and enchanting like a trip to paradise... I found myself falling for your eyes, mystical poetry like of an ancient lullaby... I wrote this poem with tears and remorse, but knowing that someday I'll be crying nevermore... |
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