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Intrigued by your mystery,  captivated by your suspense, but you're Forbidden. Like eve nothing can stop this desire, you radiate Temptation.
You’ve Got Mail I remember the movie well; Full of incomparable romance, Soul-mates of a sort Long since found
Darkness cascades over a cliche moment of loneliness. Circulation fails and my hands go numb, as I stare at a bright screen watching the rest of the world go by  at 2 past witching hour.
My heart beats fastAs the tears cascade downStaining my paperWith utter disappointmentFrom shattered hope.
Like a funeral in an hour glass,you wonder, how slow can time pass?Soon the sane will dissipatefulfilling the end you anticipate,but not soon enough.End? I call your bluff!This will go on forever.
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