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2d
She’s pretty—
Sharp chin, long lashes
Smooth skin and bright eyes,
Shining with a darkness
Only the moon could have.

And I yearn to hold her,
To be held by her, and
Tell her how much I love her

Yet she pushes back,
Handing out her love like rations
When I am but a starving child

I will always be too much for her
And she will never be enough
Maybe our love languages just don't match or something
Lostling
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Lostling  Visiting my grave
(Visiting my grave)   
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   Danika and CantSeeMe
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