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So
We went to a bar
And we talked
For six hours
And two days later
We talked again
Eleven hours
Now I'm hoping to see you
tomorrow
or the next day
Every conversation; ecstasy.
Every time I see you,
Thrills through my veins.
New and alluring,
A raging fire.
A whispered hope.
Written by caxton
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