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our lives should be like a movie,

we should be having a snowball fight,

laughing,

running around so much our clothes loosen,

your hair is wet and sticking to your face,

my shoes are untied,

streetlights are our illumination.

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we stop slowly,

the laughs leaving our lungs like waves calming at the shoreline,

breaking back and rolling gently from our cooling faces.

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snowflakes melt in your eyelashes,

my hands are on your waist,

the laughter is still in our eyes,

the air around our faces becomes heavy with our breathing,

it adds to the vignette effect in our movie,

softening the focus,

the streetlight flickers and goes out as our lips meet, hiding everything.

tonight our movie is pg-13

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i want to reiterate what was already said.