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Nov 2019
ignited by her touch,
the purest glow of excitement,
entwined round each other like chords and a melody.
souls afire with need for one another,

for the agonising reality,
that this is not forever.
infinite in memory, yet so temporarily set in time.
breathe, lock eyes,
white lies as you say you’ll never leave.
white lies as we interlink fingers.

and now we wait,
patience is a virtue,
or so they say.
Written by
Ell Street  17/F/United Kingdom
(17/F/United Kingdom)   
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