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Dec 2019
She said she would admire your lips. Feed you honey and blueberries until her heart stops.

She said “One look from you fires my day. One smile from you, I can take on the world. One whisper on my soul and I die, ‘la petit mort’, over and over and over.”

She told you “Ah, your sweet breath - your tone - your truth. Recital of the dictionary would sound delightful from your mouth.“

She said, “tell him I see him. Tell him I see the child and the man. The confusion and the wisdom. The frightened and the bold. The darkness and the light. The battles and the truth.”

She said, “can’t you feel me? I am with you always, in the depths of your heart. But if you meet me, please leave the dictionary behind. Come with your mouth. Your hands... your guitar. Or come with nothing at all. I’ll love you anyway.”
She said she would admire your lips. Feed you honey and blueberries until her heart stops.

She said “One look from you fires my day. One smile from you, I can take on the world. One whisper on my soul and I die, ‘la petit mort’, over and over and over.”

She told you “Ah, your sweet breath - your tone - your truth. Recital of the dictionary would sound delightful from your mouth.“

She said, “tell him I see him. Tell him I see the child and the man. The confusion and the wisdom. The frightened and the bold. The darkness and the light. The battles and the truth.”

She said, “can’t you feel me? I am with you always, in the depths of your heart. But if you meet me, please leave the dictionary behind. Come with your mouth. Your hands... your guitar. Or come with nothing at all. I’ll love you anyway.”
Kenya83
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Kenya83  32/F/UK
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