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  • The city lights were bright, going around it like the necklace
    She wished the necklace was her’s, a gift from the man she considered her life and her city
    They fought last night, scars of last night yet to heal
    the anger was visible, was it the proverbial seal
    she wanted to give him one more chance
    he wanted one more embrace with her, the final dance
    on the shore of the city, near the necklace, they sat, in an embrace
    onlookers be damned, they had come to reignite the passion, stroking each other’s face
    they wanted their love to be forever, to never fade away, just like the city lights
    a love that can stand tall among the ruins of all the fights
    in the embrace, they rediscovered each one, the invisible mole on her cheek, the dimple in his smile
    and then came the photographer, who immortalized them in a permanent tile
    a tale to tell the world, a picture to show the world
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