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Aug 2015
The freckles on your skin
leaving me jealous
because they will always with you.

Your gentle touch
was my dead end
except it left me dead
and it doesn't feel like it's an end.

Your brown eyes burning holes in my heart
making me lose myself
except all I lost was you
Nikola Mills
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