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I like your deep brown eyes
Your beautiful voice and genuine smile
You've got more pros than cons
I'm kissing your lips, the vertical ones
I can't move to you, you can't move to me
You are not here, I'm not free
I see only walls, I see only floor
My dear love, knock on my door
 7d Ellenor
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We spoke in stars, then silence grew—
A flash, a blur, no path to you.
Were we a comet, cold and brief?
A blaze, then ash beneath the grief.

— The End —