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Oct 2014
Waking up to see your smiling face
Once was a privilege I held
Your brown eyes
That came from your father
Though his were blue
I learned to welcome your gaze
Not to shy away
That unshaven face of yours
How I miss it so
Feeling it brush against my cheek
Making me giggle and squeak
Noses pressed together
I'd look up at you
Smiling and blushing
About what we both knew
How could you forget? </3
...Old feelings, go away...
WickedHope
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WickedHope  27/F/Not Boston, Almost Hell
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