fling

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Our love was born when still we were young

Still innocent and naive, to our romance we clung

Sugary and delicate, we breathed it in

A sweet and deadly kind of sin

We were wrapped up in our special kind of intoxication

Just couldn't stop that strong fixation

So high up that we couldn't come down

Too deep in love, we were bound to drown

And just as fast as it had come,

It ended, leaving us both feeling dumb

In the moment we craved the high it did bring 

But now we both know... it was what it was

...Just a short fling

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