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you and me

its just you, and me, under the stairs
through the door behind us, its either drizzling on a cold overcast day, or its beautiful out, sun beaming in through the windows, your choice
im wearing a t-shirt, black (what else) ever present headphones around my neck, i dont know what your wearing, but whatever it is it looks amazing on you
i look you in the eye, as i drop to my knees (its cliche, yes, but not in a bad way)
i take you by the hand and press the gift into your palm
its just you and me
and i ask you the question
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