Part In The Story

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when I was a young kid I read the book that gave me my sweetest fantasy.

of a maiden who was lost but found her way into his arms.

sometimes I was lost and I was her, most of the time I was the road,

the place she traveled and once in a red moon I was the home she found.

the place she would tuck herself into every night.

then I found you and that fantasy became true,

but instead of being those parts I became something new,

I found I was none of the above when you showed up on my doorstep.

I was the love, you were the mystery, together we solved the lost pieces of the story. 

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