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Apr 2014
our tongues tired and lungs, breathless
my fingers fingled and you
coming up breathless and me,
hopeless—ly in love with you—r
eyes and how they smiled at me.
I wanted love; yours mostly.
modelb0nes
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modelb0nes  Toronto
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