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Nov 2013
Your private heart is pure, with light beaming from the youthful cracks.
I can hear those thoughts tip-toe around inside your head
Five whispered confessions
At four in the morning
Three words slip from your lips
The two of us tucked away under blankets
And how I want to be one of the only things
You can't imagine your life without.
Gabriella Jane
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