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Jul 2014
you fold my heart
in your palm
like the paper
you press
to your lips

you make the words
you whisper
into the curve of my neck
become butterflies
across my skin

and you draw
masterpieces
with your eyes

kiss me

i've seen the way
you tear
pages
when you're done
pluie d'été
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