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Words are wind and rain, whispers and tears

Jun 9

the touch, gravity

that moment
the brush of your knee
against me
your bare arm
warm against mine
our eyes meet
feeling like we are
holding hands
that moment when
we are suspended
in time
suspended over the
abyss
wanting, hearts racing
waiting, for gravity
to take hold
and we fall
into
each other


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