"scarlet letters"

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We are a love story
that can't be celebrated
We are chapters
better left untold
We are lines
read in silence
We are pages
torn from a book
We are moments
stolen from reality
We are conversations
whispered in the dark
We are daydreams
of selfish illusions
We are letters
passed in secret
at the park

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