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I was standing in the parking lot.
The laughter of my sister echoing in the abyss of the night.
I remember looking at you.
Analyzing the way your face changed
The way your eyes wavered when they fell on me
There was nothing
It was that moment I knew you would never look at me the same way.
I will never bury my head in your neck
I will never kiss your forehead and tell you goodnight
Buy you flowers and settle down from the chaos of the living realm.
My sunlight that I cannot hold,
A living being that craves life like its own,
About the Creator
Illusive
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