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Jan 2014
Do not make me love you,
the smell of your skin on mine in the dark
or the courage of your words

I do not bloom in the spring
nor do I find my feet buried deep in the ocean during the summer

My hands have cracked from last winter's cold
And not even youβ€”a boy with eyes of fireβ€”can warm them
a.u.
aerielle
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aerielle  MNL
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