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Jun 2
We’re not just friends,
not really lovers.

We meet in glances,
pause in silence,
exist in a place
no one else understands.

There’s love here—
soft, unfinished,
quietly burning.

But not everything
that feels right
gets to stay.
Written by
Pluto  20/F
(20/F)   
48
   Maybelater2
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