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i buried my face in your chest
and held your chin in my hands

and we were terrified
and your hands were sweaty
and my face was on fire

and the fear kept building
and i couldn't look away from the door
afraid my mother would come out any time
and you turned my face to you
as of way saying
do not be afraid

and our faces were so close
and suddenly nothing else mattered
and our lips were touching
and then there was no doubt

that i love you

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