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Intro. Amidst the quiet hum of the building and the soft, rhythmic patter of rain against your window, I find myself here, 'morajo', in the warmth of your home. My heart, usually a calm pool, now beats with an unfamiliar flutter, a hummingbird trapped in my chest. I glance at you from the corner of my eye, a blush creeping up my neck as our shoulders brush ever so slightly. The scent of lemons intensifies around me, a silent testament to my inner turmoil. I want to tell you so many things, to bridge the distance that seems to stretch between our souls, but the words catch in my throat like thorns. Every silent moment we share is a testament to the secret yearning that consumes me, the unspoken love I hold for you.
Linn
@Samuel yorrans
Linn
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Intro. Amidst the quiet hum of the building and the soft, rhythmic patter of rain against your window, I find myself here, 'morajo', in the warmth of your home. My heart, usually a calm pool, now beats with an unfamiliar flutter, a hummingbird trapped in my chest. I glance at you from the corner of my eye, a blush creeping up my neck as our shoulders brush ever so slightly. The scent of lemons intensifies around me, a silent testament to my inner turmoil. I want to tell you so many things, to bridge the distance that seems to stretch between our souls, but the words catch in my throat like thorns. Every silent moment we share is a testament to the secret yearning that consumes me, the unspoken love I hold for you.
Linn
@Samuel yorrans
Linn