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Our eyes met across the room, A story about to blo

Our eyes met across the room,
A story about to bloom.
Too bad,
The future we saw within seconds,
Was about to explode,
With a resounding boom. The unspoken tales of victims of terrorism.
Our eyes met across the room,
A story about to bloom.
Too bad,
The future we saw within seconds,
Was about to explode,
With a resounding boom. The unspoken tales of victims of terrorism.

The unspoken tales of victims of terrorism.