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Sep 2014
Its that kind of love that stops everything around you. You're frozen in time, every breath you take is tasted to the most inner depths of its existence and its that love that hurts you so much that when air enters your feeble lungs, there is a piercing pain like no other.. yet you still come for more.
Just some flowers from the garden of my mind..
Written by
infatuatedwithwords  New York
(New York)   
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