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Apr 2013
I don't just want
your hand in marriage

I want
your laugh to
be always connected
with me.

I don't
want to
feel your tounge

I want to
see it move
at 2 a.m.
swirling,
"The baby. Your turn"

and I know
that may
just
be
too
much
to ask.

I just hope I find
the courage
to ask.
Written by
Shannon Kelly
893
   Samuel
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