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Two Years, Too Late

Two years, too late,

We meet accidently.

Evidently a coincident,

That both of us,

Chose to spend the evening,

Besides the crashing waves of the sea,

Watching the sun go down in the ocean.

Two years, too late,

We’ve seen enough sunsets,

Without each other that this one in front of us now,

Seems too silent to break the magic of it,

As if it doesn’t want us to say,

All that we want to,

For it’s two years, too late,

To continue a conversation that we never intended to stop in the first place.

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