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(Rough Draft)

Tongue twisted,

and hand tied,

she knocked me off my feet,

at full running stride,

Never saw her coming,

but felt her getting closer all the time,

I loved her in whispers,

but like hot breath on a cold night,

the words lingered in the air,

that single silent moment,

her hand brushed aside a wild wisp of hair,

I found myself wishing what her hands would be like to hold,

and the very next second,

I was falling,

falling so fast it seemed like the sky was screaming