Present-tense Inclination

Just write.

If you begin to type, it's amazing how the words begin to pour out...

or maybe not...maybe not this time...

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I want someone to play with my hair

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intertwine their fingers in mine

when they know I'm feeling insecure

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just before I make my grand entrance

or perhaps 

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just because

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I want to talk about the shapes in the clouds

and straighten his tie

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I want to sit on a bench in the garden

and read

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pausing for a moment

to watch him mow the lawn

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I want to feel safe

and loved

and..

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I want old hands

and a young heart

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I want to respectfully decline an offer to dance

with a handsome stranger

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because my heart is no longer my own

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I want to close my eyes

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and breathe

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and wish again tomorrow...for something new.