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TT Mar 2015
I remember the feeling of your lips tickling my cheeks
It made me smile and turn bright red
I remember your warmth turning my cold blue hands warm
you hold on tight so I won't run
I remember the scent of your hair drifting into me
your smell so additive, it makes me stay
even when
I want to leave

— The End —