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Sep 2017
5am
The eloquence of something obtainable
when all you have is this dissociated, distorted reality
where you can't even see past your fingertips
He enters in
Makes you open your eyes
appreciate the freckles on your knuckles
The way your thighs feel
wrapped tightly around his waist

Enunciates how perfect it is to just be not make excuses or apologize
He slows the time
holds you down,
lifts you out
Let's you fall
Stopping when you start to drown.
I can't stop writing love poems. O.o
Laurel Leaves
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Laurel Leaves  F/Pacific Northwest
(F/Pacific Northwest)   
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