There's a certain kind of warmth that slides off the edge of your thoughts, heavy and slick, dark and veiled, silky and smooth as ink to imprint on your heart.
...and these are those words.
Special thanks to @sparrowed
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Fall? I don't think so. Because if that were the case I'd never do All those things that make me face
Life as boldly as I do with you. The ground doesn't sink When you're around. Instead it swells To take me to places where cloud Nine, is a distant sight.
And you ask me if I'm falling. Honey please, I'm soaring.
~ *previously published
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