Love: umbrellas in the sunlight. frozen yougurt. the smell of a rose being touched softly, with warm hands.
I have trust in those who's blood i have shared.so I love you because I know no other way than this: where "I" does not exist, nor "you," So close that your hand on my chest is my hand, So close that your eyes close and I fall asleep.
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