Fast

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I feel like we're going to fast.
Slow down please.
I want to savor.
This brief happiness.
Before it
Dissipates
Into the smoke.
I can't think.
You have this affect.
As you touch my skin,
It burns.
It melts.
My heart beats at
Heartbreaking speed.
But don't go to fast
Or to slow.
Savor.
But don't forget.

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