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He will love me in the Pitch of the day- the deep night- in half mumbled wakefulness, pulling me in from an unconscious terror, a 3AM sinking suspicion, here he admits to loving me. Prying through his Light hardened skin. Numb from the hours and holding me from the dark.
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Aug 19, 2012
Aug 19, 2012 at 5:01 PM UTC
He Won't Love Me Awake
He will love me in the Pitch of the day- the deep night- in half mumbled wakefulness, pulling me in from an unconscious terror, a 3AM sinking suspicion, here he admits to loving me. Prying through his Light hardened skin. Numb from the hours and holding me from the dark.
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Aug 19, 2012
Aug 19, 2012 at 5:01 PM UTC
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