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Friday, April 19, 2019

Our World

Time stands still, in our world

our creation

We hide together

in our blanket fort, discussing

nothing really

You kiss me from time to time

sparking the flames

as we move to lay under the stars

There are no cares, no other world

wind blows through the trees, crickets chirp

and I press a kiss against your temple

down to the base of your neck

your pulsing heart

quickens my own

as we disappear

into our world

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