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Dec 2015
These marks on my arms, are not scars, but indents from your hair.
Rest your head ill comfort you like warmth in summer air.
Gone in the wind, a blissful haze, a loving gaze from better days.
When they return, come fill your place.
Bring me burdens, bring your pain.
Return you to our hopeful chase.
Aspirations
Antonio
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