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It was never meant to be bad,

and in all honesty

it never was.


It was shocking,

The way his icy eyes pierced into her,

Making her question everything

That she has ever done.


It was simply a beautiful affair,

amidst the common misguidance of youth.

They had wild rendezvous at silent hours

In places they were forbidden to be.


He kept her alive within

her speechless moments of doubt,

And she kept him second guessing

With her wild-child ways.


They gave each other a spark

That was never felt before they met.

In a heartbeat the secret adventures disappeared,

Because that spark fell into the river

In which their untamed encounter initially occurred.  

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