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we stop and we go like a yellow light, moving slow only touches to keep us high  you’re a night owl flying away when night chooses to die
Saudade is the word for more than lacking
Flames coursing through my veins, Earthquakes in my hands, This isn't from a coffee kick, No adrenaline rush, Just you.   Passionate. Sensual.
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