do you remember
when you accidentally
brushed against her handand your own hand lingered
for a moment or two
before snapping away
almost instantlyshe felt a connection that day
and maybe you did too
but you kept it a secretshe longed for your touch once more
and her vivid dreams became wilder
like a pale shade of pink became neon
you fuelled the fire that was burning outand so david de gea,
it can be said that you
made her fall hardermaybe it was destiny
that your hands collided
but whatever it was
it secretly left you breathless
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nefelibata | de gea
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