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Jul 2015
And now
Even now
After working so hard
Not to love you
I find myself
With butterflies
Every time
You touch me.
Putting his arm around me, hugging me, touching my cheek with hiis thumb. Why does he have to keep playing with me?
Marisa Lu Makil
Written by
Marisa Lu Makil  25/F/Holland, MI
(25/F/Holland, MI)   
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