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Jan 2016
she likes how it felt to run her fingers
through his soft, curly hair
or how the color of his eyes turns
into a darker shade of blue
when he's thinking.
playing along the line of bricks
while holding his pale hands,
she couldn't ask for anything better.
'cause right now she has him.
Although, tomorrow would be different
and every moment would soon
be forgotten, she couldn't help
but thank the heavens for
gracing her with so little time
and yet even more precious than
than any diamond in this world.
i do not know what the hell am i even writing
Written by
joselle anne  in the middle of the road
(in the middle of the road)   
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