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Mar 2016
Her heart is hers
But her hand was mine
In that stolen moment
We became intertwined

Every chance we could find
I found her skin and she found mine

Breathing steady
The pace never changed
We just loved
Like it was natural
To steal a moment
Where her heart was hers
But her touch was mine

I know she thinks of another
I know it's not only in one
She has found one of a kind

But for a night her love was mine
And my love was hers
In every touch
In every breath
In every glance
We dared to take

I know her heart is hers
I don't expect it to be mine
I have my own
With stolen moments
To keep it beating and alive
Rachel Ueda
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Rachel Ueda
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