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Aug 2016
I remember the way he stood behind me with his hands raised in the air.
He shouted along with the crowd as the music played out loud.
I can't seem to tell whether it was because he was overtaken in the glorious gospel music,
Or whether it was because he stole gazes at me while he did it...
But all i know is that in that moment when i caught him stealing, my heart froze.
I realised late that from me, he had stolen more than just mere gazes.
Written by
Ellentelligence  Italy
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