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All I really want is to let my fingers trace the imaginary constellations hidden in the freckles on your skin and to lose myself In the myth your body tells when you move in your sleep.
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Mar 17, 2014
Mar 17, 2014 at 6:05 PM UTC
Imaginary Constellations
All I really want is to let my fingers trace the imaginary constellations hidden in the freckles on your skin and to lose myself In the myth your body tells when you move in your sleep.
miranda-lopez
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Mar 17, 2014
Mar 17, 2014 at 6:05 PM UTC
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