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A dangerous game

Hands tremble,
hearts race,
fingers crossed.
Now begins the chase.

Daring moves;
beauty and bold.
Just one touch,
and tensions fold.

Palm to palm,
cheek to cheek.
Eyes stay closed,
begging you to peek.

A dangerous game,
played by the strong.
Our illusion will shatter;
but we knew that all along.



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