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I love to pretend

no one is around

you’re this stranger

we’re just starting out

with that first glamorous look. 

Inching up and next to

the girl everyone wants,

there all alone in a crowd

the music makes it hard

to understand the conversation,

that is until,

we’re secretly tucked 

away in the corner. 

We quickly establish

all the ground rules,

first times words

are secretly whispered

to the back of the neck. 

How I dearly wish

we could bottle time 

only to open it up

and taking tiny sips

to celebrate today.