Cheeks brushing, smiles spreading, eyes glimmering, fingers interlinking.
The sun is on our side, but time is not. 55 minutes can easily be mistaken as 5.
Hate can easily be the mask of love.
New found knowledge once beautifully untouched, is now embraced by the utmost care,
not near ready enough to give it up for the world to see.
Your mine, at least for the moment being.
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