my eyes wrap your curves
like gift paper so tight
can't let air comes out
i hold; hold my breathe
'til we touch with well
crackling ions i do feel
we smile we know be there
uneasy to part from dear
words heard so as promise
when time clears darkness
pen light gaze soft clouds
wings pass green tiny grass
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