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14:38 21/07/2017

our eyes met
told a story
said sweet words
spoken just for me

my hands shaken
holding themselves
her lips vacant
trembling, oh hell

my thoughts clustered
staring into her eyes
her, still staring back
our conversation still not dry

everything moving around
blurred figures, hazy lines
still telling our story
losing track of time

it all flashed before us
future of our dreams
what we had been waiting for
just her and me

i feel the need to blink
diving towards the end
lost in the sea of our future
though it was just 10 seconds

14:54 21/07/2017

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