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Feb 2015
How could I question your word
you ask
but how could I not
every promise you made me
dissolved
sugar on the tongue —
It's cold, freezing
in the mornings, and yet
it's the red hot
image of you when I wake up
there 'til I sleep
and in my dreams. You
haunt me, and everyone
knows I'm in love,
so in love with you.
Molly
Written by
Molly  Ireland
(Ireland)   
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