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Sep 2015
But what I miss the most
Is the way you'd hold me to your face
And unintentionally tickle my cheek with your lashes,
Squeeze me like a tired sigh.
The way you'd breathe me in,
Telling me I smell like 1929,
As I'd close my eyes and smile,
Finally knowing what heaven is like.
Angela Moreno
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