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May 17
I love you more than the sunset loves the horizon,
More than the fish love the sea,
More than the cold morning loves the sweet songs of birds.
More than the sunlight loves peeking through the leaves of the trees.
If you could count my love,
Give it a number,
A digit,
A quantity:
It'd be every grain of sand on the beaches,
7 fold,
10 fold,
30 fold,
And a million times anew.
I'd run my fingers through your hair,
And kiss your skin,
More than the sun kisses the sky.
I'd love you longer
Than the world could survive.
Written by
Cheyenne Chenoa  F
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