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Definitely Not

We’ll find each other,

Under the soft white sheets,

Touching toes, fingers,

And every inch of skin,

Laughing until we tear up,

Then laughing again,

Because we can’t just stop,

Listening to each other’s,

Heartbeats and laughter,

Over the rain that’s pounding the windows,

The air that’s begging to come in,

To ruffle all the pages of poetries,

You’ve written all night long,

As you waited for the stars to shine,

For the moon to rise,

And for me to stop being your muse,

But, can I let that happen?

Of course, Yes.

But, will I?

Definitely Not.

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