Stronger second time around,
Here we stand, our hands entwined.
A sweet melody, a wish that I could sing
as we glide with grace, back to our beginning.
Head tilted back, you smile that smile,
that smile sparks mine, as sparks set the sheets alight,
the sheets that we hide under, pulled off,
lights on,
curse again amongst pleasure
until an ending, undesired.
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