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whispers of unspoken words
Standing in the still tides of time,
Romance of mine plays soft piano keys.
Romantic approach beneath Peachtrees,
Still wind would not carry my declaration of love.
Love is war; I must approach myself.
True feelings and true self, both uncovered,
I feel not for my rejection, but in fear of silence.
© raionSAMIOKA
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