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25. Mar 2024|17:02 |
In Riga's heart, where shadows creep,
Two lonely souls, their secrets keep.
Boriss, brooding, black of hair,
Arets, stoic, with a distant stare.
Both felt unseen, by girls unblessed,
Yearning for something, a love confessed.
One chilly night, beneath the gaslight's glow,
A shared cigarette, a seed did sow.
Hesitant words, a touch, a spark,
A love they hid, behind the dark.
No damsels fair, no knight's embrace,
But in each other, they found their place.
Boriss and Arets, an unseen thread,
A love unspoken, yet truly said.
In Riga's streets, where shadows roam,
They found a love, to bring them home. |
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