things I have been thinking about

Don't know

There's a chance,
then there's a change,
I look at you,
you are like a rebellion that only happens every hundred years or so,
a pretty, warring mind frought with beauty and uneasiness,
touched by a troubling that only a delicate soul can know for a very long time.
What is the circumstance,
that we have met along this way?
What is this, love again?





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