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We fell in love over the phone.
Hours upon hours of calls shaped our future,
pulled me in your direction,
started on a whim.
I would change not one blink, nor breath
not the smallest moment;
nothing would be worth the risk of losing this.
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This is beautiful. You captured the beauty of connection perfectly. ❤️