I want to steal your smile and make it mine. Can I grab you hair and sing about how it reminds me of cornfields - childhood? I wish you could smell my words. My hands. My heart and my soul. And while people are running, I want to stay - as long as I can. I want to stare; such a glaring sun you gave me. For now I can only imagine your lips - feathers. And just like a bird in a nest, I would love to build a home in your chest. 

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