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May 2017
I slept in the heat of your beauty
A desire that wasn't promised but chosen
Crossing my mind you rained from the heavens of thought.
You didn't **** me with violence but with a form of love and I died within your hands to be brought back to life just to be with you again.
Your preciousness kept me awake
By: Leory Santana Dawn
Leory Santana dawn
Written by
Leory Santana dawn  24/M/Miami
(24/M/Miami)   
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