Our Story

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Our story

started

years ago;

we were

childish

versions of

Romeo and Juliet.

You were always

up in your balcony -

singing made up songs

at the top

of your lungs.

I'm sure you were

tone-deaf, then -

and I would

beseech you

to stop in order

to catch

the paper planes

on which I'd scribbled

nonsensical

love letters

that would

never reach you

because the wind

was against

the both of us. 


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