Note: Listen to 'Still Don't Know My Name' by Labrinth while reading this.

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Creak of the door
When you enter
Your scent wafted
Over the place
Warmth of your
Welcoming arms
Frenzied breathing
After our rendezvous

Yet my eyes wander
Like they were never
Meant to stay on you.

For eventually these
Butterflies will die
Their vibrant wings
Only remain,
And lingers along are
The tints of 'what if'.

- Pink Poet

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28/08/2020