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I want you in my arms like a trumpet wants the calm. My stubble misses your cheek as much as your cheek misses the red marks it leaves behind. My soul sways to the invisible jazz that sways to your hips when you walk - No, dance - across my kitchen floor,- because you don't dance to the music, it dances to you. And you, are dazzling. |
Copyright ©2015 Ashi Shadow - 11/17/15 on Sarah (to some extent).
Inspired by Sun After Rainfall by Feelfree on newgrounds (was also listening to A Welfare State by Slow Dazzle).