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We met when we were younger when I didn't know myself.
There were quiet reservations about all my expectations
Keep your t-shirt on till your shoes finally leave the floor.
You were highly anticipated as my next salvation
Keep hands clasped timing is everything.
We were lost on your bedroom floor.
We were hoping but we were not sure.
Who loved who more?
Endangered innocence?
Endangered in a sense.
Your summer dress and that desert heat
My idle idles hand finally found there feet.
Airport anxiety, a shot or two and a Midwestern breeze.
We were calling all hands to come quietly
Because if this doesn't work it changes everything.
You wear my ring so proud,
My true north across a world heading south.

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