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We are Green

I hesitate, but place
A tentative hand on your cheek.
And I love the way your eyes close,
How your breathing slows.
It’s making me weak.

I can’t begin to explain
Why I’m this way with you:
Turbulent and half wild,
And oh so like a child.
Could it be I’m into you?


 
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