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are air wisps and scented leaves.
love is a walk listening to the songs that bring you close, brings that piano tune, that finds you seated upon the every night timed couch.
A step towards you, a step that might bring your smile, and I ask If you would dance with that smile in my arms.
And I am blind when you say "Yes"
You place your hands on my shoulders, I wish them to be mountains, and I shift to the beat, the songs I have entertained in every night between your softness and my want, my want reaching beyond these fingers, my want for your being, just being.
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