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Jul 2010
I didn't know I wanted you
until I tasted you through his lips,
and saw your soul through his eyes.
I felt his chest thumped to a beat,
and every beat said your name;
I liked what I heard,
more than the chill I got
when he whisphered on my ear
words that he might have said
to you before.
I never believed what he said.
But I believe he loved you.
And I believe I love him;
every part of him that
has traces of you.
Written by
Ochre
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