Time grows short as ten approaches…
Sitting in front of the dark, night filled, window she traces the form of his body that only exists in her mind. “Where are you my love…” she questions to herself. Finding comfort in the light of the moon she takes in its glorious vision as a tear streaks her cheek.
There are so many things I want to say...but some things are better unsaid.
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That may be true but some times the truth must be said for the greater good :D
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