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Our First to Now

I know not from when you came.

How my insides echoed hollow.

I know not where my conscious went.

My mind forgot to follow.

 

I knew not of what empty meant.

At least for a couple of hours.

I know not what empty meant.

 Our love forever flowers.

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◄ Like Fire in the Sky

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