holding hands

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I won't say I'm in love. I like your hair, I won't say I'm in love. I like how you don't want to catch my eyes, I won't say I'm in love.
Eruptions, explosions, stars dying emitting their luminous lights that exasperate us.
A blanket wrapped around my heart; so warm and comforting. Electricity surged from my finger tips to my toes; tense.
God give me a second chance I’ve been dealt a hand that no man can understand Falling in between the lines Of is this truth or are there lies I can’t help it The hand I’ve dealt with
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