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Love means I crawl beneath your skin<\/div>\n
My lips open to your breath<\/div>\n
I stitch my heart to yours and fall into your rhythm<\/div>\n
Love means I stop<\/div>\n
I close my eyes and give in<\/div>\n
I sleep while you take the wheel<\/div>\n
Let you drive me to a better place<\/div>\n
A better time<\/div>\n
I fall silent<\/div>\n
Love is the battle\u2019s end<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Love means I crawl beneath your skin My lips open to your breath I stitch my heart to yours and fall into your rhythm Love means I stop I close my eyes and give in I sleep while you take the wheel Let you drive me to a better place A better time I fall silent Love is the battle\u2019s end<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":488,"parent":125,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","template":"","meta":{"generate_page_header":"","jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-384","page","type-page","status-publish","has-post-thumbnail"],"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/P4sexs-6c","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[{"id":159,"url":"https:\/\/beydeckard.com\/blog\/beys-tales\/alive\/","url_meta":{"origin":384,"position":0},"title":"Alive","author":"Bey","date":"May 3, 2014","format":false,"excerpt":"Knees splayed. Palms flat on the cold ground. Head low. Eyes closed. 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