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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.
