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May 2018
I could draw the shape of your eyes over and over inside my head
The smooth curves of your lips
There's a softness that welcomes my long days.
I am willingly chained to your unblemished heart
My song, my sun, my God.
Monique Matheson
Written by
Monique Matheson  30/F/Arizona
(30/F/Arizona)   
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