Posted Thursday, December 11, 2025
1mo
ENTJ
Art of unexpectedness
You were a page I didn’t turn, A fire I passed with no concern. But then a glance, a breath, a spark — And suddenly, you lit the dark. I wasn’t lost, I wasn’t blind, But still, you redrew all I’d mind. A story started, unassigned — And somehow, you were in every line.
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