Mutters of affection fill the spaces,
Anonymously, I write your name, For today, secrets are allowed, I write on behalf of my lips that will never declare those words. It is true, the spark is too dangerous, But it doesn't stop, Each glance I capture stirs the soul, The thoughts helping my questionable hand with each letter. Each letter poured with honesty, For if you were mine, I would never let you go, I love you, …
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