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Nov 2014
Crows feet press
against your squinting eyes.

Lines run alongside your lips,
blending into your cheeks.

Whenever they twinkle,
or when curves meet wrinkles,
I'm drawn to your mouth,
by the opening crease within your lips.

(Ilove that)
But only when you smile.
Josephine
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Josephine
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