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What if


what if I told you that I’m in love with you
that every time I see you, my feet run wild around me

that the sky isn’t blue, that roses aren’t red

that the only thing that keeps me alive
is your scent, your eyes… your fingers running wild
on my spine

what if… what if?…

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