written in april.
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Smile.
Touch.
Brush against
and feel the electric current jump between.
Breathe them in for every precious moment they're beside you.
Wrap yourself in this feeling.
The prelude to all that comes after.
The cherished unrequited attraction.
The joyous dissatisfaction.
The taste of the air before the storm. Control the weather. Delay it further.
Hold back the tempest and dig your nails into this moment.
Grasp it like a white flag before you've lost all pride and surrendered.
Hold on.
Push back the approaching clouds and bathe in the sunlight.
Stretch yourself out and soak in all the warmth.
The potential, the promises.
Lie in the sunlight until you've reached the boiling point.
Then let it go, and let it rain.
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