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Jul 2016
I do not care what clothes you choose to wear,
As long as the bare form underneath is mine to hold at night.
I do not care what words you say, as long as it is that voice that whispers to me in the dark.
I couldn't care less how cold your soul is, as long as it is your warmth that I feel against me.
I do not care for the sins on your conscience, that bother you so much, as long as you don't mind mine.
I don't care for the past,
I don't care if I'm last,
For as long as I'm not being had,
I don't see how loving you is so bad.
A poem about no one.
Gage D
Written by
Gage D  Louisiana
   Stevie Trujillo
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