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Stranger behind this digital veil, I am assuming this is another one of Cupid’s play Tell me, is this just another summer fling Or do I anticipate it to be a real thing? Will you detest my individuality? And try castigating my intellect? Or, Would you be my Prince Charming, the ones only found in books? Would I hear guitar strings strum, As love crawls in to find its way, Even then, Would it, be love? Could we possibly Make up to the distance? The warmth, the fireworks of each other’s presence Amidst the epidemic that has interfered Would we  Rave endlessly? Talking all night, Choosing each other Over Morpheus’s arms. Obsessing over little that are suddenly cute Would we look deranged, with a constant smile? Hushed voices, muffled giggles, Lost, chuckling into our phones. The very type I’ve always made fun of. Would it be a Disney movie? Say, a tad more magical? Could I really judge you, with a mere photo? It could be the a summer drizzle Or go down the drain. Farce and adherence Have been my metier Assuring amazement To be mundane. Dear new immigrant, Enrolling for my heart, Hoping you’re the yin, To my yang.
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Aug 26, 2020
Aug 26, 2020 at 9:41 AM UTC
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Stranger behind this digital veil, I am assuming this is another one of Cupid’s play Tell me, is this just another summer fling Or do I anticipate it to be a real thing? Will you detest my individuality? And try castigating my intellect? Or, Would you be my Prince Charming, the ones only found in books? Would I hear guitar strings strum, As love crawls in to find its way, Even then, Would it, be love? Could we possibly Make up to the distance? The warmth, the fireworks of each other’s presence Amidst the epidemic that has interfered Would we  Rave endlessly? Talking all night, Choosing each other Over Morpheus’s arms. Obsessing over little that are suddenly cute Would we look deranged, with a constant smile? Hushed voices, muffled giggles, Lost, chuckling into our phones. The very type I’ve always made fun of. Would it be a Disney movie? Say, a tad more magical? Could I really judge you, with a mere photo? It could be the a summer drizzle Or go down the drain. Farce and adherence Have been my metier Assuring amazement To be mundane. Dear new immigrant, Enrolling for my heart, Hoping you’re the yin, To my yang.
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Aug 26, 2020
Aug 26, 2020 at 9:41 AM UTC
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