skinnylove
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You reached for my hand one morning,
while you were sleep,
as I just happened to open my eyes.
Your fingers found mine gently,
too shy to intertwine.
And as the sunlight lay across
He may not know it but, she fell hard for him.
Harder than a naked body belly flopping against a freezing pool of water.
Like glass breaking against her skin.
She may not reliaze it, but he's drunk with love.
