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It's like
the cool snap of a winter breeze with the sky so pink you can't make out grey clouds
It's like
the warmth of a fresh popped with brownies overflowing from the innards
It's like
the milisecond before you caress something soft the anticipation
It's like
the dribble of the faucet after a wet bathbomb has hit the water's skin
It's like
the words that we speak when we know the other's sad
It's like
the consideration I ruminate in while I clean our shared spaces
It's like
the adoration I feel when we talk about our days
It's like
the
It's like... the
It's
love
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