Tucked in the folds of your skin, the folds of your mind,
in your very heart,
there is a whisper:
You know that all the logic in the world could not withstand the feeling.
And oh, the slightest of touch,
The slightest of simple accidents,
In which,
The hand of his - the freckles,
(the exact number of them engrained in your very heart),
the hand grazes
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