Somewhere between the stolen
glimpses and the treasured secrets,
the best conversations happened.— % &Somewhere between the truth
and the truthful lies,
trust died.— % &Somewhere between
'Do you love me?'
and
'Do you still....?'
we drifted apart.— % &Somewhere between loving
and leaving, we had
everything and nothing
between us.— % &Somewhere between the spring
and the autumn, a love story
flourished and faded away.— % &Somewhere between the chaos
and the creativity, a new poem
emerged.— % &
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