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His hair, and his hands. They way he smelled, the stain on his clothes, everyday, it was oil. When I walked into his house that's all I could smell, was oil. Even the smell of flowers couldn't cover it.
Sounds like flower.
It starts with a small wind - sweeping some leafs off the ground with a gentle blow - but then it grows and it takes everything away.
Harsh on the pavement, leaving their prints. Puddles of water jump as they stomp.
Lights that glisten from the distance like stars, tiny dots creating constellations. Secret corners hidden within busy, crowded streets. The feeling of infinity.
The sand beneath doesn't glue itself to my skin, instead it lets my feet sink into its warmth, like a hug from the earth. I'm love with this land.
The sand beneath me doesn't stick to skin, instead it lets my feet sink into its warmth like a hug from the earth. I'm love with this land.
The blaze danced before me seductively, my gaze upon its sway.
And I craved for its warmth and it yearned for my love, but its burn - it kept us apart.
I wasn't looking for the magic in your eyes, or the warmth behind your smile. You aren't the type of person that makes the ground beneath me disappear, you aren't the type of person to make me fall - and yet I've never fallen quite so hard.
Surround me like the sunlight, surround me like the darkness. I'll embrace it either way, I'll prefer it. I will taste it in my mouth and let it consume my entire body, I'll submit to it. I want to you to love me like the feeling swept you off your feet.
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