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Sweaty Palms

We used to fall in love,
Back there, by the lake,
where the moonlight fell down
almost as fast as the rain, and where
every drop of dew that slid
to the tip of your nose was
almost as beautiful as the moments when
you'd catch my tears with your
sweaty palms.

That was long before we
got lost between the standards of
what love is and how it should
feel, long before I
ever thought tomorrow existed and
realized I had taken too much and I
had stolen your
innocent soul.



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