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Backwards -- the day,
blithely was I,
Fervor his palm
Carved him, the southern flesh.
Through Lilith's eyes
thou sees
radiance, rakishness, adorance
yet, ambivalent was he
Absence, is he.
Still, look into broad ocean.
The longer she stared,
through sunlight it aurified.
Realized again,
she had been crestfallen.
But, why on rain
hears she, a susurrus voice?
How pleasing, how badly reminiscing.
Was Lilith - her words frivolous?
Time passes, the man
turned - a languid for thought.
Athirst, she was
of him - of affection.
Mourned not said
remembering led,
Lilith - to sow her pip to soil.
Thus, be a memory,
Thus, be an old story,
Thus, grow into an ornament.
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In the past, she was carefree. The palm of his hand was so gentle and warm. His face and skin speaks out his gorgeous ethnicity. Through the girl's eyes he was dashing and radiate so much light. Yet he was uncertain, his presence was not there. But when she looked to the ocean being reflected to the sun thus it became the same color as the sun - made her dissapointed. To know the ocean's blue and intimidating color has turned to sunshine. Made her wish she was the sun for him - the ocean. Even so she was deeply hurt, she remembers him - his pleasing voice. She then asked herself if she was being foolish. Were her words not serious? As time passes the man's actions were effortless. The girl wanted his affection. She did not let herself mourn. But she just remembers. She planted her love on the soil and shall be her memory, story and be her ornamental from him.
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