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What if I told you I love you? Would your mouth run dry? Would you choke? As our words travel a mile of silence, between us. Or would you let me kiss your lines of your palms with the mouth of my winter words slowly, yet ferociously to cater to your every youthful need. Or would you just think of me as just another passing phase, as the warmth of a now cold fireplace that was once burned the thick fog? Or would you lemme feel the lines on your palms, that perfectly fit in mine like a completed puzzle, as if they were meant to fit in? Will you say, "don't say a word, just come and kiss my parched eyes with your gaze." Honestly, I do. Every Time single time. Only to be left with the afterglow of question that your lips fear to ask and my lips and kiss seals. Every time!