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i'm tiptoeing around the fine lines holding my breath, silently my fingers trace the boundaries i am too close for comfort circling the forbidden with my fingertips i am so close to falling in love with you in the sand, with a stick you draw a line to keep us apart but the sun burns too strong to keep me from you i test the water with my feet too hot, too cold; just right i am so close to falling in love with you
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Jul 9, 2018
Jul 9, 2018 at 12:37 PM UTC
i am so close to falling in love with you
i'm tiptoeing around the fine lines holding my breath, silently my fingers trace the boundaries i am too close for comfort circling the forbidden with my fingertips i am so close to falling in love with you in the sand, with a stick you draw a line to keep us apart but the sun burns too strong to keep me from you i test the water with my feet too hot, too cold; just right i am so close to falling in love with you
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Jul 9, 2018
Jul 9, 2018 at 12:37 PM UTC
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