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Sep 2015
He is the catch in my breath
The beat of my heart
He loves me for reasons
I cannot tear apart
He is old denim jeans
And the way that he smells
Is as familiar to me
As my own cells
He is my only
My guardian love
Our love is so true
I am his dove
His hands protect me
His arms hold me so strong
No one has told me
That our love is wrong
Mak Waddle
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