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Jan 2021
Enthralled in rapture, he removes the hair out of my sight, holds my face in his palms, tells me to look at him right
"In the eyes," and he says "I love you so much."

Together our bodies,
A magic I didn't know I deserved, falls over the room
I want him everlasting.
Eleanor
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Eleanor
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