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Jan 2015
II.
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.
elena
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       Geoff Webb, ryn, smriti chandra, ---, --- and 2 others
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