It's late night, the sky is cloudy... the rain just stopped... the grass is wet and smelly, the liefs are falling... the wind blows your perfume towards me... It's amazing how many times I can smell you even when you're not around... is it just my imagination? Not now, you're really here close to me, I can feel you, I can touch you if I wish, I can kiss you when I get thirsty... Lay down in the wet grass, can you see the stars? Not many, only a few actually... Never mind... It's dark, you're here and I'm here... who needs stars? When I think about this tomorrow, I know I won't believe in it, but I would never ask the stars... we take a deep breath... you're spelling out my thoughts... It's getting cold... there's a moment... our eyes meet... then our forehead... then our lips...
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