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Apr 2017
this pencil is sharpened
only to write, profess, and
spill
all my love for you.
could you spare me those
unmissable hours
you spend filling the
curves of my lips,
ruffling my hair
in your fist; and breathing hard
down my neck?
call my name, darling
and I will engrave you
in my soul.

- m
martymusings
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   Patrick
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