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The man from my dreams,
His touch so soft,
Enervating my soul,
Suddenly his touch hardens,
Equals we become.
We part our own ways,
Angered by my decision,
Tears flood my face,
Everything blurs as I run,
Running through the forest,
Feeling leaves touch my face,
Another stream of tears begin,
Longing to be in the past,
Loving the times we had.
Turning back to the waterfall,
Everything's peaceful,
As leaves whisper in the wind,
Rolling to and fro,
Sitting here I can remember all.
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