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Sep 2014
he was like the night sky,
dark and mysterious.
sometimes he'd let me see
his starry night.
what scared me most was
his ability to only show certain aspects of himself.
like the darkness of night, he only ever allowed me to see what he wanted me to see
the rest faded into blackness.
i am fond of my lovers mystery but i am also petrified.
bluple
Written by
bluple  miami
(miami)   
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