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Apr 2019
I don't really know how,
But, every star spoke of him.
Every thought led to him.
And, everything I saw, screamed of him.
Somehow it was beautiful.
I asked him what this was, he smiled
In his way, almost shyly.

And whispered against my cheek sweetly "It's called loved"
And I believed him almost instantly.
#love #him.
Kyra Embers
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Kyra Embers  17/F
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