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We’re lovers passing notes,
In secrecy I suppose.
Drafting all our what ifs and what had beens
In prose.
So I beseech you to not chase my fire in fear that you may be burned.
But you stare lovingly back at me, as if loving me is your only concern.
About the Creator
Julia Alfred
I am a born Dreamer leading an unbelievable life.Encountered people who match the villainous and heroic personas we read about in stories & done things I would surely do better.
A penny for my thoughts is worth it.
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