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May 2015
I trace the outlines of your skin.
I listen to the beat of your heart.
I run my fingers over your veins.
I grip your hand a little tighter.
I touch your face, as we press our lips together.
I run my hands through your hair.
I grab your arms too pull you closer.
I whisper I love you.
I pray you really hear it.
Kendra Stocklin
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