I want

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I want to hear you tell me that you love me in every language known to man kind.
I want you to feed me lies till I choke, and tell me I am a beautiful soul just like I told you last summer,
I want you to lay with me so I can feel your scrawny arms wrapped around my frail body leaving me at ease,
I want the smell of designer perfume lingering in the air with the feeling of silk overpriced shirts against my cheek while I lay on your chest,
I want the sound of your breath ringing in my ears while I sleep,
I just want you.

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