You move me.
Every inch of my body feels you, always.
It doesn't matter if you're near or on the go, your spirit consumes me.
And I don't want myself back.
I like where I am with you.
Keep me.
To let you go would be ludicrous.
So, I will keep your love in my pocket.
I'll always take it with me,
for it nurtures my soul and makes me feel whole.
You move me.

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