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Feed me your words, Your eyes. Hold my hand Through the bramble-bush; Let me feel it tug. Show me the color Of a night for two, Melting through our fingers; Breathe with my fallen lips, Touching for our love.

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billy-juergens

American

Published: Sep 23, 2011
LinesWords: 1039

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