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CRASH

CRASH went the boy as he wrecked into ice,

And his thoughts which were only of her.

SLAM into another, as he panicked alas,

Her thoughts were only of him.

 

SKID into snow, other flakes trickle down,

And the passing minutes seem like a trance.

BOOM her heart shook for the thought that perhaps,

His heart was done beating for her.

 

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◄ Angel

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