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Feb 2014
{in – to – me – u – see}


The way he looks at me

So lovingly

Whether dolled up or between hair do's

Whether I’m smiling or in a bad mood

He speaks my language

He sees what's inside me

A love bound first, by INTIMACY


~ButterFly εїз ©
Yhama ButterFly
Written by
Yhama ButterFly  Atlanta
(Atlanta)   
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