Secret Date
In such a crowd
There is no fate
As you are watched
Our secret date
In your hand
You speak with me
To turn around
Or to let you flee
In this moment
Providences take
So little tolls
Ear splitting wake
In your heart
You know me well
Savant's tracker
Welcomed from hell
In those eyes
Streams downcast
Glinting domain
Your soul's past
In the streets
Fake grown beams
Laughing friend
Undo button seams
In that phone
Like crescents wane
Struck harps tune
Becoming insane
In this tune
It comes to a end
Warm soft hugs
Your date-your friend
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