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May 2014
I crave to feel your fingers linger on my fragile surface.
I long for you to grip onto my heart and feel how fast you make it flutter.
I wish for you to search my eyes and see the twinkle that you placed in them.
I wait for you to twist my tongue into knots like the ones that are forming in my stomach
Dharma Phillips
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Dharma Phillips  Findlay Ohio
(Findlay Ohio)   
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