Prophecy Going Wrong?

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Our hopes & dreams were once one. When you broke it, so was I. It can’t be revived, cause it’s no longer mine. Cannot be built neither by any sentences nor rhymes. Those dreams cannot make you shine. Cause they make you blind in the darkness of our nights. Your dreams are now some others shining stars. You were once my valentine, but no longer of kind. A prophecy not foreseen by St. Valentine.

Kind Regards
Ali Sobut

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