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The Sparks

Mixology, 2020

 

I don't believe in love at the first sight. But those bright eyes that speak before his lips bid even a word.

I don't believe in sparks, they'll fade over time. But every time he smiles, I know there's part of my heart that has been stolen. 

I don't believe in an easy love. I don't want to merely fall for him. But his laughter and the way he talks, I couldn't wish anything better than to hear his voice. 

I don't easily believe in my heart. Heart's deceitful. But the way it always questions his presence,  I know it would've been nice to have him around. 

I believe I could go on many dates with different ending. He's out of ordinary, yet mystery box has never been my favorite. 


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