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Jan 2016
your hand brushes my shoulder
a tingle runs down my spine
as i slowly turn toward you
and appreciate the fact that you are mine.

we make eye contact
my heart starts to flutter
as you slowly lean into me
and I begin to melt like butter.

our lips colide
and the world disappears
as we become one
I imagine being with you for the rest of my years.
chloee
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chloee  20/F
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