The last swipe

November 11, 2024

We swipped left for the last time

Took a breath

Kissed in the restaurant

Hearts set on fire

Eyes reading

Intensity was masked by witt and candor

I knew

I shouldn't have danced

I saw it happen

What is this, what does this mean...In love

We met in December and died in November

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