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You transport me to places
Of happiness
Of love and
Peace
You take me to memories
That have never taken place
Your arm wrapped around my shoulder
The smell of smoke
The sound of laughter
We are frozen in time
As consequential as the stars that surround us
As naive as the new moon
As infinite as the universe before us.

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