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Jul 2012
It's not what we talk about,
lying face to face,
pillow to pillow,
but the feeling I get with
the white-light speckled
across your already
freckle-speckled cheeks,
feeling that this is it:
no one will ever witness
this world wonder ever again,
where you are one
hundred percent mine.
May 25, 2012
Danielle Renee
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Danielle Renee
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