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Hey Wendy, isn't that your name?

A winter under covers,
two lovers undiscovered,
two bodies intertwined,
the stars were aligned,
second to the right,
as we dreamt of a life,
so perfect and ageless,
I swore I could taste it,
flew straight on 'til morning,
but awoke without warning,
to the cycling of clocks,
time had never stopped,
but I want you to remain my shadow,
until time ticks away,
unti heartbeats stray,
and flatline.





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