we met on the same path

"...fell in love on the 1st floor.. tight jeans, dark glasses & tangled black curls.. quick breaths for 7 short flights, awkward silence yet felt somewhat right.. lost sight lost sight on that 3rd ding, doors opened, number 8 awaiting my destiny.. a casual glance, avoiding eye to eye contact, i shifted left, he shifted right.. continue living, love at first... i don't believe just quite - growing old is getting old... but i kinda dig it.. but i kinda dig it.."

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