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Jul 2014
Watching the way
you slept at night
waiting for me
to come home from
my third shift shift
job,Β Β I ran my
fingers through
your hair
and kissed every
scar on your skin
and hoped that you
were having a good
dream and knew even
while you slept that
somebody loved you.
first love.
jennifer baldwin
Written by
jennifer baldwin
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