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For the young and bold hearts, discovering yourself. HIs eyes were naive,. And there it gave;. A thought of trust,. For his words with no dust. His hands were soothing,. Feeling the joy, before, never found. Never knew it would give way,. To a new sensational sway. Feeling myself drawn to him,. My mind not feeling the same. Yet, Day by day he turned to be. Something I thought I would never see,. 8216;Where is the love? .
Only the silence of waves crashing at the nearby pier and the engines whirring from far down below. The coolness of the air was supposed to be refreshing after the hot, summer air that clouded her thoughts like fog on windows. It made her shiver in the dark room instead. Inhale, hold it in, exhale.
Cars on the road ahead rush past. Then, gradually, the flow stops. The road ahead of me is empty. The car behind me honks. I press the accelerator, rush forth. 8220;I open at the close. I visited an old age home this August 14. I plan to write fictitious accounts, poetry.
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