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Black tux, blue tie; dyed to match his eyes, two groomsmen by his side. I look up and see a tear upon his cheek, when I meet his eyes we are both surprised to see each other finally, because we are meant to be.
Her heart is one of a kind. The only star out of a thousand night skies that could completely knock me to my knees. She's beautiful. A work of art. Her eyes, her skin, her words I breath in.
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