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Tied up my hair in a ribbon,
eyes glistening,
gazing at the vermillion sky.
I waited for the stars,
but the hands of time stopped turning,
and the oxygen was glowing as I knelt by the open window.
My hands were clasped together,
writing love letters with soft lips to the universe.
Pleading with a pout,
as my desires dance into the ether.

I would do anything to find her.

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