The Final Scene of Our Movie

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Chapter 8

Her arms were dying to hug,
Her lips wistful of his taste,
In her stomach was still a giant bug
That when disappeared, cannot be replaced.

Cut the strings, she voiced in her head,
Once done, it would be the last and final time,
But the heart she thought was already dead,
Ressurected from defected flat line.

A small hello came out,
Explained her objective purpose.
The next step she was not prepared about
When he mentioned a word he never said—'us.'
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