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| Credits to Ninjatic (c) Autumn Girl |
they saw each other.
Words on the wall
for messages of love,
posted secrets into the night.
Sound doesn't matter anymore
as the sight was the only thing
that can travel through the glass.
Whispers of love
And no one else cares
Except the jealous and lonesome.
But of course
all good things must come to an end.
Such as
all ends will bring good things.
The glass frosted from their breath
and the love was lost.
As time ate what was left
of words on the wall
of the sight travelled
of love whispered
of good memories...
The lovers who met
through the looking glass
never got to wish
their sweet nothings
through the looking glass
ever again.
- Vonnie S.
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