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Aug 2017
Your fingers tangled so gently in my hair
I don’t believe anything could ever compare
Your gentle breaths touching my cheek
That warmth makes me oh, so weak
Your warm skin on my cool skin
Where do I even begin?
The beauty that lies within your eyes
I can admire you for ages
-m.a.
Cloudy Heart
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     isabel, Anna and Vil
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