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Oct 2017
I can feel you writing love letters on my hips with your fingertips.
With passion that I had never imagined possible,
On my skin that is as thin as paper.
Yet I can never get close enough to you.
And your eyes,
A gaze from you renders me senseless,
For they are the most beautiful things I have ever seen.
Emily McClelland
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Emily McClelland
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   Toriana
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