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Sep 2012
He's warm
And his smell clings to my sweater
His hands hold me
His fingers drawing nameless patterns on my skin
And I'm safe right here
While his face is buried in my neck
And he tells me I'm beautiful
In that whispered voice
That let's me know he's serious
And I've never felt more loved
Or more able to love than now
Written by
Lauren Rose
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