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I remember how fast your heart beat against your chest.

Your smile against my lips when we kiss feels like peace.

You feel good, like new sheets under my tired skin.

You taste like cheeks stained by laughter caused tears.

I like how you fit in my arms when I hold you.

And I’m almost tempted to not let you go.

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