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Jun 2015
His hands smelled of freshly chopped onions
and
his blue galaxy encrusted eyes twinkled with mirth.

His raven hair stood straight up in the back
and
his raspy chuckles thickly filled the room.

His fingers perfectly filled the spaces between mine
and
his kisses tingled all the way down to my toes.

He was my home.
From Jess's Lips
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