fearofloss

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Evermore my heart will beat in your hands, Only your hands. And I'm perched on the edge of the fear of you dropping it, Letting it go and watching it fall and cease to beat, And finally burst on the ground.
You stare through the screen, piercing blue eyes, reminiscent the skies, Your stare is tangible and sends shivers down my spine. I wonder if you can see? I wonder if you can see, just what your smile does to me.
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