Cinquante et un

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Here on forbidden lands,
I've come to take back my
breath that you took without
permission. If we were not
at crossroads with each other,
would our eyes still have battled
each other every time they met?
Would our heartbeats have chanted
war cries loudly? Would our
sentiments spark more outcry?
Do you think we would have a chance
to explore this treacherous sin?

A/N: My book is growing and it's all thanks to you all. I'm very grateful to everyone reading it, I do hope I leave an impact on you. 💕💕

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