Butterflies

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Deep crimson flowers

Wrapped in delicate paper

Warm smiles and nervous laughter

 

Hot coffee to keep our hands occupied

Swapping stories as we settle in

Unaware as the balance shifts

 

Acquaintances become friends

Minutes turn to hours and time passes

Until we part ways

 

Whatever happens next

Is a mystery

But isn’t that the fun of it?

 

The first time we met

An experience never repeated

But always remembered

 

 

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