Loving yourself

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It lasts no longer, and would not sustain a little stronger.
And could not be called a tale but more than a mystical puzzle.

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I buried my words.

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with your hands on her waist.

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Dismay continues to swirl lending
breathless vims.
Locked gates inviting the entries to
oversight the missteps.
One to hold a little longer knowing the tie
won't sustain the ends.
The affection under the torch less diverts the paths.
To the poles that never collides.

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a worthless imagination.

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It's all you.

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when no one belives.

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A little nod, small gestures, being you, the gentle touch, sense of closeness, little nervousness, exchanging hearts, flying butterflies!
The tip of your finger touch and then invites other fingers to celebrate the shake hands, the bond to hold forever, to now and infinite, eyes conveying the words that were never expressed, moving apart the lips tosses the smile, Spilling the letters in the breeze carry the word, Hi...!

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Resign the job and find the remote job.

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