our hearts flickered like the campfire in front of us.
somehow both of us see each other, but we’re blind.
the sun sets at a different time everyday, just to keep us on our toes.
and it rises every day to make us laugh.
sleeping in the same town, with the same values and the same tastes.
it’s hard to figure out if we’re the same person or just a coincidence.
as long as the campfire burns, we’ll have the light we need to lead the way.
but who will light the fire first.
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