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Apr 2016
I think that's just fine.
because the length from
chin to jugular vein,
makes me blush like a schoolgirl
in shame.

Thing is, is not fair.
cause my hand'll never touch there.
following from the tips of my fingers.
A deep longing, lingers.

A jawline I fell for.
As soft and sharp as you.
But looking in the mirror,
i'm getting the hint of
one too.
The little things, i may love no less
but for me
your jawline's the best.
Oskar Erikson
Written by
Oskar Erikson  24/M/London
(24/M/London)   
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