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Geography of Longing
There are no straight lines from the future we've yet to know to the past that's already gone and far behind
I remember when you asked if you could have my first kiss. I said I'd think about it, but really I didn't. The next day we kissed anyway. I remember walking uphill in anticipation, you stretched out your hand to hold mine for the first time. Its weight on mine like a promise you'd keep. We hid from the world. Our shoes were full of mud, leaving prints of doubt behind us
This life is going to be enough (with you)
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I remember when you asked if you could have my first kiss. I said I'd think about it, but really I didn't. The next day we kissed anyway. I remember walking uphill in anticipation, you stretched out your hand to hold mine for the first time. Its weight on mine like a promise you'd keep. We hid from the world. Our shoes were full of mud, leaving prints of doubt behind us
This life is going to be enough (with you)
© All Rights Reserved
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