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I dont know what it is
i cant put my finger on it
the tip of my tongue
in my grasp
near enough

Its nothing i can hold
or physically do
its just everything they do
that makes me crazy
Act ridiculous, say things i know nothing about

The height of their bodies
the shape they take
Your hands hold mine, small but protected
The words you speak to me
the way you put me first
Your style
your smell

The way you cared
all the time, once i was afraid
scared of my feelings
I accept them fully
i accept everything
Thank You

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