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I finally accelerate and you sense it, pulling back before I can try to satisfy this thirst
The plotting smile in your dark eyes is mischievously magnetic and I lunge forward to steal one last kiss
But one more is never enough, with you
And goodbyes are so hard even when our hello is still so fresh.
How am I expected to pass your heart over to summer?
Your lips, your hands, your salt? Who am I to just let them go?
We are two bodies, becoming one, irrespective of the distance between us
If I am, then we are. If we are, then I'm okay.
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