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Nov 2018
You whisper to me
Your breath on my lips
“I love you”
Followed by a tender kiss.

My heart stops, and revives,  
With the butterflies
That rise
From their graves

Please stay.
You might think it was too early but now I know that’s on your mind and you van halfway take it back but it’ll still make me smile. I hope you’re around when I am able and ready to reciprocate.
Makenzie Marie
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Makenzie Marie  23/F/Pocatello, Idaho
(23/F/Pocatello, Idaho)   
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