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The Idea

The Idea arrived one day and with all the beauty she represented she got him.

She grew old with him, she shared with him, she was his idea.

The Idea started changing and he started fading.

He soon realised that she had changed and she realised he had changed.

Idea parted away, so did he.

The Idea arrived one day and with all beauty she represented she got her.

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