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Quiet things
It's those quiet things that no one else will ever know
Feelings for only you, I will never cease to show
When I'm with you, my heart thumps out of my chest, like the rhythms that great raps make
I dream next to you; I'm offered a heart-shaped pill; I, in willingness, take
My most-coveted lifetime souvenir
Being drawn into your arms so near
Every moment I've spent showing you, you're forever cherished
I find levels of my unhappiness have fully perished
I'm afflicted by the remnant scent of your touch, which I adore
Convicted of a devotion, the sentence is wanting you more
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