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Whilst walk online
Beauty chanced
Stopped my tracks
Away my heart.

Her pace, a sprint
Ne’er I’d met
A woman with
So much of mine.

As I ran after
Fled her faster
Knowing that
I chase her so.

Trail with purpose
Soul in rapture
Closing distance
Fell in arms.

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