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ITAP of a lover’s dream,
Hands locked in, like time’s own theme.
The ticking clock, yet still we stay,
Lost in love, night turns to day.
Fingers entwined, hearts in sync,
A moment paused—no need to think.
Time may move, but here we’ll be,
Captured in love, just you and me. 4 replies
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