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It went late nights,
short strides,
no ties.
Your gleaming eyes now replaced with sighs,
Curious minds,
what do they think inside?
Daily praises,
"she's my girl!"
Crazy days,
how will they tell?
Secrets shared made doors open,
knob-less doors,
you left me open.

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