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The End
Mr. Time Traveler, take me back to the start,
Where two pairs of hands held on.
'Let's go dance where you are.
You're just a stretch from the sun along lost shores.
A bird caught a fish - that's when the world began to end.'
Mr. Time Traveler, let me get lost in my home
Before I subside to the mirror in my mind.
Would your eyes shutter in the wind?
If I told you that something within my heart misses you,
Is this love?
Every conversation replays again.
The beginning is end; the fiery cascade was pure bliss.
There once were two pairs of hands before it all fades away.
Let's go dance.
© starrose
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