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Nov 2014
He's got these eyes, they're so blue oh god its like the ocean and the sky are touching and his smile could melt stone and break hearts but I don't think he'd break mine. And he has these arms that he uses to pull me closer and he holds me when I can't sleep and his lips, jesus, his lips are intoxicating and I get so drunk when he kisses me on my cheek and my mouth and I can't hold him any closer but skin to skin just isn't enough. This all feels like a dream, not I, I can't be this lucky. But here he is, smoking a cigarette and looking at me with those blue, blue eyes if this is a dream don't wake me up.
Georgia Marginson-Swart
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Georgia Marginson-Swart  22/F/London
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