Illusions


On that day you touched my hands

I felt something intimate

Like we had some type of connection

In a minute, my heart rung like a bell

In a minute, your gaze made me hot

In a minute, I went nut

In a minute, my heart stopped beating

My eyes moved in accordance with yours

In a minute, I lost it

In a minute, it all became weird

Because all you wanted was the book I possessed in my hands.

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