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Friday, 29 November 2013

happy

part three

you tell me
you love me
and i wish to stop breathing
curl my body forward into yours
clutch my fingers
against your shoulders
breath your scent in
and almost will myself to cry
as i am overcome

i hope you know how
happy you make me
Posted by shvaugncraig at 11/29/2013 11:55:00 pm
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