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Mar 2014
He only says my name when he's crying
He wants to touch my skin
I can't imagine sleeping in a room he's not in.

It feels so natural to keep him near.
I don't give a **** what doctors think I should hear.

He fits perfectly next to me.
Close like he's supposed to be.
My heart on the outside.
Artistry
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Artistry  F/Texas
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