Mar 2015
At night,
I count my blessings with each rise and fall of your chest,
The freckles that form a constellation on your back are a mere
whisper of the universe you hold in your eyes.
I count my blessings with each rise and fall of your chest,
The freckles that form a constellation on your back are a mere
whisper of the universe you hold in your eyes.
(Melbourne)
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