A glance, a spark, a fleeting chance,
Two souls colliding in a passing dance.
Familiar yet unknown, strange yet warm,
A love unnamed, yet taking form.
Feb 25, 2025
Feb 25, 2025 at 2:41 AM UTC
A glance, a spark, a fleeting chance,
Two souls colliding in a passing dance.
Familiar yet unknown, strange yet warm,
A love unnamed, yet taking form.
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