perfect places

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you make my heart flutter
to places
where we've painted the skies,
and the ocean breeze blows back your hair
and reveals your twinkling eyes
that shine brighter than the
billions of stars combined;
to places
where we're free from
anything that's held us back,
and we can run
through endless fields of the rainbow,
true laughter escaping our lips
after a long time without them;
to places
where we control the clock,
happiness and wonder
found wherever the hands point,
living in golden dawn and dusk,
and we could be
timeless.

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