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Sep 9
All I do is think about you,
from your lips to your nose,
to your eyes
and that sparkle I despise.
Except I don't despise it,
I love it. Everything about you.
Your lips are perfect the way they would part perfectly
when you would lean in for a kiss,
except you never did. Because we never did,
and will never get there
, a relationship.
Maya Fields
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Maya Fields  15/F/Arkansas
(15/F/Arkansas)   
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