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I do

I love your smile
That comes from far as a surprise.
I cherish your muscles
Standing behind me with no doubt.
I have your free words
In the hungry heart of a youngster
I hold your hand tight
Even when your ideas are somewhere else.

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Warm like bread

The bed is too big for us,

Who search hands and check on each other.

The apartment is too big for us,

Who eat sitting nearby and from the same plate.

The city is too big for us,

Who share passions and destinations.

The world is too big for us,

Who travel together and fight the two body problem.

Silent hand

I support with my orders,

My leadership annoys you

Yet keeps the boat afloat

And the night tight.

Your silence and complaints

Support me in the days

Of fights and hateful discussions

Worth a soft touch.

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