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out of breath


when your eyes aim at her

my brain starts to blur

does my dark brown hair

not make you want to stare

for a little while 

it flows downstream for a mile 

just like the Nile river 

your presence makes me want to quiver

inhale 

exhale 

inhale 

exhale

I have to slow down like a snail

love is something slow and steady

it only happens once your ready

 

 

 

 

 

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