When we were lovers,
Our passion was like a charge.
Now, we are strangers.
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Passed are the years when we were just teens.
As we search and rediscover a spark it seems.
Sensational desire in all that we say,
Summons dreams of living in another way.
Increasing thoughts, there might be some chance
Of us finding a little magic through our dance.
Never or never, has there been such romance.
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For the prompts: Trust, acrostic and internal rhyme.
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