The smell of your skin. It's in the air. I can almost feel it underneath my fingertips. Me, running them across your chest. How can you not know how I feel? You're afraid of my past and what it might do. It's gone now. It's the year of now. I woke up beside you in a dream of mine. Oh, I told you what was on my mind. Oh, you smiled and told me I was beautiful. We're too busy looking for what's simple in the most complicated places. But, we never looked in the most obvious place until now. It's the year of now.
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