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Nov 2014
your nose
is colder than my own
and it’s buried deep
into my collar bone,
your lips whisper
sweet, warm nothings
into where the collars sewn

and my pulse responds
with quicker beats
than the time we’d meet

i need to close my eyes
and slow this moment, til it goes
***’ it’s a good one
and i’ve been waiting on
one of those.
Maxwell Mirabile
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Maxwell Mirabile
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