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Like the subject-verb agreement in concords,

our lips collided like the strings struck in a chord.

For that moment,

nothing really mattered to our world.

Like the locks entwined in braids,

our lips slipped into themselves and got entangled,

for that moment,

we were like two souls, enslaved in the captivity of our emotions.

Like the eclipse of the sun and moon,

our lips collided,

and we didn't care if it was noon,

for our eyes have been overshadowed by our feelings.

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Thank you for your time.

My pen doesn't bleed, it speaks, with speed and ease.

Still me,

My tongue is like the pen of a ready writer.

Olawalium; (Love's chemical content, in human form). Take a dose today: doctor's order.