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Color turns on a draft of air,
Washes the soft scent of heat
Over everything.
If I could sing,
If I could speak,
I'd tell you everything.
Bodies fumble in a dream,
Ignites our soft white smiles
Inside everything.
If you could cry,
If you could frown,
You'd tell me everything.
It's all I want to do;
To leave out that window.
To watch you watch yourself
In that same way;
Pulling straight your clothes,
Putting up your hair.
You're so beautiful.
Cut this out before it kills me.
You kill me in a good way.
In a good way.
