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Mystery

The heavy fog
Shrouds my mind
Difficult to discern
The moving of time

The die is cast
Gray forevermore
Funny how time slips
through closed and locked doors

Beneath the blanket
Of my healing heart
Sleeps the memories
Now broken, fragmented shards

My love runs deep
In all its sweet simplicity
Now we know what could have been
Will always be a mystery

Written by cnbsoulmates
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