A/N: Just a poem in Sunstorm's POV.
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How Long?
Everywhere we go,
I fear the truth will be known.
Every couple we pass,
We can never be like them.
A fleeting touch could ruin it all.
Every comrade we pass,
Another judge waiting to condemn us.
Sweet nothings are never whispered.
Every cell we pass,
Anticipating our secret's escape.
How long until we are caught?
Everywhere we go,
I fear the truth will be known.
A/N: Have nothing to say. Just came up with this idea today.
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