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the first to hold my hand the first to kiss my lips to brush away my hair and look into my eyes the first to love me deeply truly, to love me without commas to map out and memorize the freckles and lines of my face to look at me with gentle and soft eyes the first that i loved so deeply with an aching in my heart.
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Jan 27, 2015
Jan 27, 2015 at 2:16 AM UTC
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the first to hold my hand the first to kiss my lips to brush away my hair and look into my eyes the first to love me deeply truly, to love me without commas to map out and memorize the freckles and lines of my face to look at me with gentle and soft eyes the first that i loved so deeply with an aching in my heart.
lena--
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Jan 27, 2015
Jan 27, 2015 at 2:16 AM UTC
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