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I want to reach out my hand and pull you close to me. Holding you tight in silence, listening to your heart beating. It will give this lonely soul a reprieve. You don't have to love me, just be with me now. Do to me whatever you want, and let me do what I want to you.

My heart chose you a year ago. You are a serendipity, an orange-coloured sky in winter.

My body yearns for you.

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Looking at the faces in the crowd, trying to find a familiar face. You stood with your back against me, but I can recognize your back. That's how well I know you.

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