A wooden elevator
his arm ensuring
she is cushioned
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Tea- one sweet, one bland
She takes the first sip
from both cups
he smiles
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"Your plate looks
like a painting!"
She smiled and
wiped his lips.
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He was in the pool
feeling the gentle rain
on her face
Their hearts were moist
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She looked at the skyline-
"I want to go away from this city"
He wanted to keep coming back
they were looking for each other
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bodies felt so insignificant
when souls merged
all their curves
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