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Jan 2015
She breathes her words more than she says them. They come out in a sigh or yawn or a whisper. And stars fall off of her tongue in galaxy formation, spinning and dancing and worshiping their sun. I blush when I see her shoulders and I blush when I see her smile and I blush when I hear her breathe anything into my ear
liza
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liza  wonderland
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