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Mar 2014
The way your eyes crinkle when you smile
Tells me your real
The way your easily offended
Tells me you feel
The way your fingers trace over my hip
Tells me need
The way you fall in love so easily
Tells me you bleed
The way you brush off punches
Tells me you heal
The way you help me get dressed
Reminds me it's real
hannah
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