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YouPushed meto the edgeof who I’vealways knownmyself to be,And then told meto jump.
He let her in like a gust of wind
on a humid day
Her presence, cool and refreshing,
stirring stilled spirit and burdened bones,
He always managed to find himself back in that same spot, in that same position, stuck in that very same decision…
His heart was bursting at the seams…
At the sheer thought of her beauty — her ability to shine under pressure and…
I am chasing sunsets.
With each memory of her smileI am chasing,I am finding,And never keeping,Always…