The Truth of A Stranger

Many nights have passes by...

The met up was only once. 

The time was an eleven. 

The facial image was not clear. 

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The date was just an hour. 

The light handshake was given.

The night was dark. 

The chat was easy and simple. 

The eyes were met.

The kiss planted on the hand.

The shyness came up.

The warmth felt my heart.

The time had passed and The night seemed long.  

The sleepiness had reckoned.

The friendly hug were exchanged.

The stranger drove away.

The car was red.

But the feelings was intense.

The romance rooted.

The loneliness filled in.

The thoughts were under controlled by him.

Author's Note

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