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Chills.
Pound.
Chills.
Pound.

I shivered as his icy blue eyes, and his jet-black hair, collided with my lovelorn green eyes.

Flutter
Quiver
Flutter
Quiver

His sockets showed despair, like a paramour's goodbyes.

"Running away and hiding with you. I never thought they'd get me here. Not knowing you'd change from just one bit. I fought them all off just to hold you close and tight."

Jittery.
Unstrung.
Jittery.
Unstrung.

Escaping from a place, away from the noise, our love is a detonation.

Fidgety.
Twitchy.
Fidgety.
Twitchy.

Never discreet on what we say, calculating our life in a billion.

"But does anyone notice? But doest anyone care? And if I had the guts to put this to your head."

Poem by StonedInLove.

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