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Aug 2018
love bites like rose petals that
decorate every curve
of my body,

the street directory
that led me to your house
in the middle of the night
where we walked in a surreal dream
holding hands while riding a bike,

and i think i'd say i'm in love
but i'm not sure if it is a habit
or if i knew while we watched stars
while waiting
for the bus.
Isobel Webster
Written by
Isobel Webster  Australia
(Australia)   
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     badtaste and georgia sophie
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