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i hope

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It’s the way the warm summer breeze glides of my tanned skin as my toes dance on top of the cold creek water. It’s the frosted windowpanes while fragile snowflakes make their way to us. The way thumbs twiddle and turn as you wait for time to pass you by, your past fleeting, your future nearing. The way one second you can be broken and the next could never be better. They way you can look at someone and just know. Those perfect moments you don’t want to let go, so you clench your fingers tight on them even as you feel the strain of time trying to pull them back. When you make plans even though you know the map of your life will have reroute you time, after time again. How your prom dress feels around your legs as you slow dance for the first time. Fireworks, over your picture perfect town, this warm sensation of full contentment filling your stomach. Because while you claim art is just something you can’t do, you’re eyes are missing it. The swirls of emotion, the sparkling successes, the dull aches of disappointments. They’re your masterpiece. 

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These are the acoustic waves of a couple saying “I do.”

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Even when I fall over and over again, You whisper, “You’re still Mine.”

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