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One Kiss

One tear,
That's all it took,
To turn a page,
Into a book.

One year,
That's all we've got,
So live life to its fullest,
Like it or not.

One hand,
Reaching for the stars,
Remember it, savour it,
This moment is ours.

One faraway land,
All to ourselves,
We can do what we want,
Block out everyone else.

One dream,
One wish,
One night,
One kiss.

Platypus

@Platypus

Lines ever more unclear, Not sure I'm even here...

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