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  Jan 2015 rare-and-rad
I want to softly whisper
incomplete poems
on your collar bones
that don't rhyme with anything
but your heavy breathing.

I want to bury my face
in the curves of your neck
because you smell like the winter clouds
and I've been gazing at the sky
since you left.
rare-and-rad Jan 2015
grab my hands, hold me tight
tell me that you're gonna be my lover tonight
tell me about all the pain and hurt you've gone through
I'm here to fix them, but I don't even have a clue
tell me you won't leave without saying goodbye
cause baby if you don't then that's my reason to go ahead and die
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