Our Voices
fly with me to foreign lands.
red balloons in our hands,
and our faces filled with smiles.
let's escape a thousand miles
from these loud, annoying voices.
only ours are the noises
that i wish to have to listen
to while watching your eyes glisten.
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With love,
Luka.