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Dec 2018
He brushes his hand against my cheek softly, giving me goose bumps that will last for a lifetime

When he finally brings my lips to his, I feel his love rush through my veins, making my heart beat to our own love song

As his fingertips casually dance their way across my body, I am reminded how to feel alive amidst my most fragile state

Immediately upon perfecting our melody together, he wraps his arms around my waist and I melt into his safe embrace

Only then do I realize there is no tune Iā€™d rather listen to than the one he helps me write, over and over again
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k  21/F/Pennsylvania
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