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 My hand falls on his shoulder,

my entire being begs to melt into him

Our bodies begin to sway and he suddenly becomes my only anchor, 

my only light 

my only hope,

my only pleasurable pain

keeping me afloat,

in this never ending swirling storm.

My only tether to this fickle world,

is him,

and I know it is foolish to say

but he is warm rain on my skin.

I am but shattered glass

but he picks me up anyway.

At times I crumble quite low,

but his eyes remind me I am not alone,

and his lips tell me so.

Sometimes it feels as though I shouldn't dare to explain how much I love you.


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