9:39 p.m. -- red fox
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it was the saddest look upon his face. the longing touch of his embrace. the deepest wound upon his heart, the greatest soul to tear apart. such graceful hands that carressed her skin, hypnotic glare to make her grin. the days were long and night were short, such magical connection they would abort. though both know why they had to leave, and force themselves not to believe, destiny visible truth behold love abandoned, hate unfold. now memories away, dreams unite she dream of him, and he? he might.
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