18/11/2024
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ㅤㅤ “𝐿͟𝑜͟𝑣͟𝑒͟𝑟͟𝑠͟-𝑅͟𝑜͟𝑐͟𝑘͟ 𝑓͟𝑎͟𝑖͟𝑟͟𝑦͟𝑡͟𝑎͟𝑙͟𝑒͟ 𝑝͟𝑜͟𝑒͟𝑚͟𝑠..”
“𝘋𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘶𝘴?”
You ask, your voice like cigarette smoke, curling into the soft thrum of the beat.
. 𝘐͟ 𝘭͟𝘢͟𝘶͟𝘨͟𝘩.
Because how could it not be?
Every word feels stolen from our story,
every note hums the way you look at me.
Then, I stare at your eyes for a whole winter just to see how deep you’re in love.
“𝘋𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘸𝘦’𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳?”. 𝘐͟ 𝘢͟𝘴͟𝘬͟.
You don’t answer,
but pull me closer,
the song ending softly,
like a kiss we can’t quite let go.
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