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Him

Date Written: September 13, 2017
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dark brown strands of hair fall messily on your forehead

pointing straight to the deep pools of caramel brown that ring around your pupil

your nose curves down into an arrow leading me to your full lips

their rose color can be seen in the moonlight
the tips of my fingers fill with fire as they skim across your chin

down your neck to your chest inside your heart beats a steady rhythm your long arms wrap around and protect me from the world
you are my safety, you are my home.

 

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