Every time I hear your name, the butterflies begin fluttering within me,
seeing you in my dreams has never been enough,
my name being said upon your lips, I wonder how they taste,
you smell of petrichor, I have never known anything as sweet,
how I'd give anything to have your hands upon mine and never letting go.
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Angel Adagio
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