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It looks like you’re the one i’ve been waiting for
Shooting stars, tarot cards
dreaming of dance floors—
I ought to hold your hand
I’ll spill my guts out everywhere
And meet you half past 12
In the ether where our love grows beyond nowhere
Incomprehensible, incomparable
The shift of the world felt within my core
Rattling my very own flesh and bones
Your gravity pulls me in
My one and only, my anchor
I believe in God when you touch my skin