you smell like summer dressed in green
yet you give me chills that only winter leaves.
if i reach out my hand, will i feel the warmth of your palm?
or will i feel a gentle breeze, like a void, in this calm?
when you talk like no one's listening,
when you think that you're alone,
i'll be here to contradict you,
and then to walk you home.
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Submission Name: i'll be here
(jokes) 