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your kiss tastes like pineapples
your sweat smells like cotton candy
your body is a luxury
your mind is a lucid dream
your voice is an echo
infusing my heart with secrets
melodious vibrations
a library, a bookeeper
I'll hold your hand until my arm breaks
you're the gas that keeps this car driving
a tiny seed planted in the sunshine
is now a field of sunflowers thriving
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