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Mar 2016
You taste like heaven.
I swear every inch of your skin is woven from amber honey.
And sometimes I think you are my Sun.
And that I am
Weak
To the pull of your gravity.
I could orbit you for eternity and be caught in your spell immortally.
Gabriela Lorraine
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Gabriela Lorraine
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   ---, Haydn Swan and Little Bear
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