I mean... I could lie.
I could pretend to not be in love.
I could pretend that I don't think of you
over and over
the taste of your lips
the touch of your finger tips
it blows
the wind
through my hair
no one knows
who am I but a dream you do not recognize.
where am I but a faint and a sigh that goes by.
this is my heart
with each beat
It flows.
xo
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