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Feb 7
please
god please
come trace my collar with you lips and my freckles with you fingertips
because i miss the way you laughed along my neck
down that little indent in my palm
i want you to whisper to me
all we didn't get to say
as the night turns into the softest dawn
just call me caits
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just call me caits
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     aha and Evan Stephens
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