Yours

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I'm yours,

say it, standing

outside as the rain pours.


Hands interlocked,

woven together as one,

nothing can tear us apart,

not even the wind's claws.


Promise me,

you'll never leave,

you won't walk out

and slam the doors.


Stand by me,

in the storm

keep me in your heart,

whatever occurs. 

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