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We found the love in the strangest place. In the coffee shop, where the glances are stolen over the rims of our conveniently slowly slipped cappuccinos. Our love was hidden in the silhouette of us, huddled over a book, somewhere in the bookshop of the stranded alley. It was burning fiercely in the crimson hues of the dusk when our song was played, somewhere in the background . Love was in the blue of quite sighs of our midnight talks. Love was present between the void between our tightly held hands. The pitch black void that I wanted to slip into and never return back.
But now we are just strangers in the echoes of rust and gold and our love is just blurred memories that are laced in sweet peach and bitter blue.
