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Mar 2014
All I really
want is
to let my
fingers
trace the
imaginary
constellations
hidden in the
freckles on
your skin
and to lose
myself In
the myth
your body
tells when
you move in
your sleep.
Miranda Lopez
Written by
Miranda Lopez  Chicago, IL/Missoula, MT
(Chicago, IL/Missoula, MT)   
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