She's a guardian angel who freed my conscience. What cursed thread bound you to my life? We meet at the bistro, to witness dawn's light. My mind feels our hands caress over coffee shared. We stroll along the canal greeting friends and ghosts alike. My hands at my side our shadows' arms entwine. Your smile's a baited trap your laugh like a prison. We discuss our life and the future. Why
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