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Jan 2014
The feeling of your skin
Against my skin
Is deliberate.

It was meant to be.

Like a flame beneath a candle,
There is a greater law saying it is so.
And passively we melt together,
Relishing reality in what we have deemed a dream.

It must be so,
And we are happy it is to be.
Bre Shaw
Written by
Bre Shaw  Chicago
(Chicago)   
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   Aeerdna
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