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Mar 5
We shared no touch, not yet a glance,
But in our words, I feel the dance.
A spark ignites in every line,
A warmth thats growing, soft, and divine.

Though we haven’t met, I’m starting to see,
How easy it is to feel so free,
Talking to you, so light, so bright
A bond already shining in the night.
Alex Teng
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Alex Teng  31/M/Singapore
(31/M/Singapore)   
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