forty-two

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(09:40 am)

I take you hand in mine
and tangle them together

you give them a squeeze
and it makes my heart flutter

I open my mouth to speak
but shut it again, afraid

I decide to lay down on your lab
you instantly start stroking my hair

it is almost like no time has by
as you stroke, making me calm

I take one last breath,
close my eyes and speak


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