When I first saw you I thought you looked familiar but I couldn’t
place my finger on it. But in time, I remembered that it had something to do
with the songs in another time and space, though lost and gone. Your mannerisms
could bring back a secret passion for a quiet matter-of-fact friend. Without my
knowledge, summer turned to spring and heard a new music from your heart, one
that couldn’t understand nor could listen to without being led away from my
real world. So turn back, clench my fists and try hard not to let the enemy of
temptation enter my fortress. But the world around has not been blind either
for there are no secret passions anymore but only hearts that crumble with
every smile, real or fake.
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