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And She Yearned to Meet
And She Yearned to Meet
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All the while, being oblivion of the fact she would not exist.
Unlike the melting pot that churns out the tempest,
Her meeting reminded of a feather-touch.
A feather-touch that would ease off the aches of the yearning night.
The yearning night dreaming of her charming dawn.
The twilight held her silhouette, as she embraced her charming dawn.
Not a trace left behind, except the light of her charming dawn.
Yet every night she yearned to meet her dawn...
