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Sep 2014
kiss my wrist
the way you're used
to

and tell me the secrets
all the girls
know

watch my
eyes
the beautiful ones
you say
watching you

and smile
when they melt
into rain
as our fingers

slip through
to the cold air
and make it all grey
again
instead of
the undefineable
expanse
i was drowning in

but first
kiss me again
before you go
because
I love
to feel

lonely
with you
pluie d'été
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pluie d'été
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