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Jun 2011
I can smell
                     Your skin.
                                          On
                                                     My Skin.
Your
                               Breath,
                        Was
  On
             My
                       Cheek
Only
            A
Matter     of
                 H o u r s
                               Ago.

So           does     feel        F  o  r   e    v   e        r ?
     Why            it        like

I will admit,
  I do not know,
    The first thing,
       About love,
      Or realtionships.
    But what I feel,
  When your skin
is on my skin,
or when your
   breath is on my
     Cheek, it's like
        There is nothing
           Else going on,
            Only you, only
           Us, time isn't an
          Issue, and all I
        Can feel, is you.

So if that is not, L o v e,
Then maybe it's H e a v e n ?

Whatever   IT       is,
                                  I like it.
I am living, in a dream, and it's
          R E A L.
Portland Grace
Written by
Portland Grace  23/F
(23/F)   
407
   Samuel, Cary Fosback and ---
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