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Cherry Blossoms

Cherry blossoms caught in my hair,

as I return home.

The air is ice,

but I am warmed by your arms.

First around my waist,

then gently pulling me into you entirely,

your lips letting me know,

that you’d prefer me to stay home.

I had plans, but now I have your hand in mine,

following, forgetting my free will,

wishing,

beneath the blankets,

that I could stay home,

forever.

Cherry blossoms on your pillows,

as I fall asleep inside your arms.

The air is warm,

and I am falling,

your lips letting me know,

that I am yours,

alone.

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