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Our lips were so close
we could not tell apart one breath from the other I wished I could paint you in tears on the dunes of my heart's desert and keep you there I wished you'd let me swing your babies carry them on my shoulders and play among the clouds I kneeled in front of you asking your forgiveness for my hesitation for being afraid of myself You repeated to me then my own words: if not afraid, you can't be brave and I cried with no anger I wish I could somehow say I'm sorry and kill my passions, hesitations and fear and leave my soul entirely in your hands I'm lonely and sometimes I'm sad Seasons are just seconds marching The sea is still too cold... and far away...
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