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I fell hard for a stranger, Her words, the pauses between them, The boldness in which she spoke, And of course the confidence in her approach. But, woe is me, captivated fool. Palavar was a sweet heat exchange. Fast passion in shared interest. The flurry of tongues refreshed, Impressed by the company of another. I left with only a name, No good at this game, Of courtship.
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Sep 9, 2018
Sep 9, 2018 at 8:56 AM UTC
Foolish Love
I fell hard for a stranger, Her words, the pauses between them, The boldness in which she spoke, And of course the confidence in her approach. But, woe is me, captivated fool. Palavar was a sweet heat exchange. Fast passion in shared interest. The flurry of tongues refreshed, Impressed by the company of another. I left with only a name, No good at this game, Of courtship.
devin-ortiz
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Sep 9, 2018
Sep 9, 2018 at 8:56 AM UTC
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