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Jul 2023
Her hand gently grazes mine
As she leans her head close
And she looks at me
Our eyes meet  
Its okay
I already know what you're going to say
I love you too
I read it
On her lips
Before she smiles
And lays her head
On my chest

This is where I belong.
Christopher Paul
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Christopher Paul  35/M
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