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My fingers feather touch
Across your cheek gliding
Your lips on my face
Knowing heaven
Here on earth
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Your breath whispers
Against my neck
Hold me long enough
So love reaches
All of us
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Our words dance joy
In daylight starlight
Laughter jewels the air
With possibilities
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The talon grip
Of history’s wounds
Love’s newborn flesh
Old armor donned blinds
Insight hiding truth
But a moment
Love hopes
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