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Cassia Sep 2019
I've imagined this a thousand times

The way I'll whisper that you're mine

How my lips will brush your ear

How you'll drag me ever near

You'll trail a hand along my waist

Gift me that kiss that I misplaced

Then run your thumb along my jaw

You're mine, my love, so we won't fall...

— The End —