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You swam till you could crawl.

You crawled till you could walk.

You walked till you could run.

You ran till you could drive.

You hopped over playgrounds

You rolled over pavement.

You hiked over hillside

You flew over skylines

You moved without a need.

You moved on just because.

You moved past those before you.

You'll move on, through and through.

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Limbs extend as invitations

Molecules vibrate to anticipate

All of our muscles lay sprawl,

This is our canvas.

It was painted.

It is painted.

We will paint it.

Phrasing,

Tempo,

Melody.

Where can we hide,

As we are next to each other?

Covers to crawl beneath,

Into a wonderland of exhales.

We land here,

Till we takeoff once more.

Hoping we return,

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To my one and only other half,

Professions of love are often cheesy and woefully misplaced. They don’t belong in love letters sent to crushes at the age of 10. They invoke a real level of cringe at the age of 16. And regardless of your age, they just never seem to be appropriate or accurate when things are new and fresh. Time is not the only ( Read more... )

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