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A Moment
In quiet sunsets and twilights,
Fleeting moments of beauty,
Just before darkness shroud the milieu,
There our senses meet.
Grappling on what we cannot hold,
Desperate for the eternity of this bliss.
But soon, we must wake from this daze
As we both part our ways
Back to the realities we made.
Fleeting moments of beauty,
Just before darkness shroud the milieu,
There our senses meet.
Grappling on what we cannot hold,
Desperate for the eternity of this bliss.
But soon, we must wake from this daze
As we both part our ways
Back to the realities we made.
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