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Jul 2018
Soft hands intertwine
themselves with mine,
our eyes meet,
and my heart shines.
My words melt off
my tongue
before they
reach my lips,
and that's not fair to you.
Because now I have
nothing to tell you
how stunning you are.
Your head rests on my chest
and I dare not breathe
for fear of disturbing you.
Not that I need air around you,
your laughter fills my lungs,
and your love runs
through my veins.
I could live here forever with you,
here, in my arms.
I could be happy.
Qwn
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Qwn  19/M/BC
(19/M/BC)   
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