I can smell the fear of danger beneath my feet.
I exist!
Control.
Under my skin.
Maturity.
Giving.
Taking that chance.
Living.
Breathing.
Not over confident?
Such a thrill...
Yet, at that moment,
I remember.
How I stood still,
just wanting you to look my way.
Feeling you.
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