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(Un) Real

We sat there,

Under the golden light,

Of the sun setting,

Beyond the horizon,

Contemplating decisions,

We are yet to make,

As we break our hearts,

In the process,

Of falling in love.

Unready to commit,

Vulnerable to say,

Scared to do,

Because everything then,

Will become more real,

Than it already is.

 
 
 

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