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We walk along the edge of a street In clumsy toes and warm likely feet. Thus in apart, you hold, stand where you are turn back and see, to look, to find, and catch my chin in your soft palms in this empty street and place a gentle kiss. Then we smile. And you walk along the edge of the street.
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Nov 13, 2024
Nov 13, 2024 at 1:13 PM UTC
Edge of a street
We walk along the edge of a street In clumsy toes and warm likely feet. Thus in apart, you hold, stand where you are turn back and see, to look, to find, and catch my chin in your soft palms in this empty street and place a gentle kiss. Then we smile. And you walk along the edge of the street.
Some moment in between loved ones are the missing pieces of our hearts that come after their death.
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Nov 13, 2024
Nov 13, 2024 at 1:13 PM UTC
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