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Stolen moments
Quiet looks
Accidental touches
It’s how it is to be with you
What started as childish rebellion
Turned into first love
Masked as forever
Only to be revealed as an impostor
What we had wasn’t sustainable
The climate to tumultuous
We were playing with fire
Should come as no surprise we burnt
Like an old love story
We will come to respect the past
Until the day the world is ready for us
I keep your heart in mine.
