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i want to hold your wrist while staring into your eyes,
allowing them to slide up and fingers interlace,
to lean in so our lips are inches a part,
close enough to hear your breath hitch,
passing oxygen between one another,
to see the blood rushing to tint your cheeks,
that knowing grin on my lips,
❛ you're mine ❜
we'd say in sync.

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