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Aug 30
Our fingers intertwined
Our breath matching.
The feeling of your head on my chest.
The comfortable silence.
Is this love?
I don’t want this feeling to fade.
I think I love you.
Written by
iden - lostg3nder  14/Texas
(14/Texas)   
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