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Betting on all the odds
Monday 29th April 2024 5:32 pm
spoken like lovers
we were just friends,
that spoke like lovers,
and that seemed to be enough,
for two people scared to love one another,
awkward tension as I stare,
silently begging you to care,
shoving all my feelings deep inside,
denying to my friends you’re the one I like,
semi-flirting,
holding eye contact as we're serving,
it would never work,
still that doesn’t mean we couldn’t try,
but until then...
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