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Opening Lines #1

She, of the hair most unruly
Trapped once, and you'd need a year to break free.
She, of the eyes of a deity
Trapped once, and forever hers you shall be.

I had known her for eight months.
And sometimes I wondered.

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  1. Cmon ... don't spoil my above average pieces of fiction.
    As it is I hardly write these days, if you do like this .. what tempo shall remain? Tell.

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  2. 8 months means you met her in Feb...ahhh the month of Romance... you have been wondering long... I want to know if it took 8 months for opening lines...when can we have the first act scn 1??

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  3. 'We measure time according to the movement of countless suns; and they measure time by little machines in their little pockets. Now tell me, how could we ever meet at the same place and the same time?'

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  4. I had missed it till now. Beautiful lines :)

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  5. Thank You ... inspired by a girl I saw on a flight :)

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