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Dec 2013
I like your scent more than the smell of
fresh paint and tea
and that says something.

Fingertips to hips
and if I ever forget that feeling
I'll never forgive myself.

I can’t look at the night sky anymore
because all I see in those constellations
is your breath mingling with mine.

Now there are scars on my heart
and all together
they spell your name.
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   galio, Bilal Kaci and Megan
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