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Poetry

it isn't always as it seems. first breaths of love, first breaks of hearts, first year. October 2013 - May 2015

flood

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by lexturient

Dedicated to You laughed at how my heart skipped a beat, because you finally knew how much I

by lexturient

I wouldn't want to miss this-

can you see the look in my eyes,

the way you set them on fire?

Thump thump,

hear my heart pound beneath your ear-

the chuckle vibrates through my skin,

I can still feel your breaths numbering with mine.

I am o n e,

you are o n e,

we are o n e,

it trembles,

it falls,

release.

I love you too.