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Mar 2014
Him
His hands fit mine
As though they were made to
His heart pounds rhythmically
Making it my favorite song

His voice is a calming melody
Opening my eyes to see
Everything that we could be

His laughter heals me
As though he is medicine
His aching kills me
Bringing me to my knees

His words are a smooth chatter
Saving me right after
It seems my world has shattered

His feet I trust to guide me
When my eyes can't see
His arms always heat me
While everyone else is freezing

His eyes go wandering
Over my hands he is holding
Showing he'll always be loving
Xyns
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