I n t e r t w i n e d .

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You bury your head in my hair,

And it feels like my brain has finally shut down,

Letting my heart take control,

But it doesn't dare.

Neither does my mouth,

As if I'd forgotten a thing such as words even existed.

Two hands intertwined,

Bustling with youth.

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