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Those arms with imaginary wings hold close around me & our lips touch like how they should. You tighten your embrace & for a moment, everything heartbreaking has atrophied. Your scent washes over my senses, your hand softly tracing the curves of my back, your lips grazing against my ear & the moment intensifies as I breathe in deeply. We're moving to the beat of speeding hearts. |