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K 7d
I never understood how lovers can return to strangers
But I do now
We crossed paths the other day
Not a word was spoken
No unsaid words either just silence

I felt nothing but my shaking hands and butterflies
Not like the cute butterflies but the bad ones
Just like that were strangers again
Maybe were pretending we both don’t care
That we don’t feel it
But I’m afraid maybe this is for real

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