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Nov 2013
I could write you essays and
pen novels about the
curve of your jaw,
or the way your hair falls
just so,
and how the sound of sleep
that clouds your voice
in the mornings is better
than any alarm I’ve ever heard.
But instead, all I am left with
is I love you,
and that never feels
like quite enough
Written by
Emi
418
   Bri and Tabitha
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