It was a pure bliss that happened so fast.
We were living in that moment for a second, and then it was gone. And I knew deep within me that it wasn't nothing. But in the way you consumed me and left me burned after, perhaps it wasn't love either.
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Thoughts Left Unsaid
Poetry. ✈ • un·said (ˌənˈsed/) - тнoυgнт вυт noт мenтιoned oυт loυd or dιѕcυѕѕed - noт eхpreѕѕe...
