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Frozen love

I may notice but maybe he doesn't, that the whole world keeps moving forward but were frozen here
As we sit and talk his big brown eyes look at me lovingly
Together we stand here not knowing that the stars are still shooting across the sky
Without our knowledge the smell of our love is still growing
In my mouth I can taste the sour lemon juice that happens when I'm nervous

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