i held it
though it wasn't mine
it felt right
not quite a crime
it tasted so sweet
the breeze exquisite
your skyline and shore
bundled ergonomically
more glow for better looks
was held
will be
holding
till thee
return
rewrite
reverse
recite
renovate
retrace
patiently unmoved, waiting for thee
you!
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