207: This

it’s right, i feel,

This.

that in your eyes

those micro-creases on the sides

they smile

at me.

This

that rocks my chest

wants to burst out

meet the air that touches your lips,

that grazes your finger tips.

This

new and full and bold

kept in secret, but not for too long

i can only hold on

i can only keep it my own

i cannot help it anymore,

This.

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