The Beginning

I've outgrown my church shoes

And all my pencils are dull


The world stops spinning when we are alone.

Away from work, away from home.


You are my lovely escape.

When I´m in your embrace I know I’m safe


The pads of your fingertips rest weightlessly on my arm.

Even though it's raining, you feel warm.


Invisible lines appear on my skin.

This is how our story begins.


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