*part fourteen*

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I've memorized the feel of your hands on my back the warmth of your touch against my cold skin

the way your brows furrow and your eyes widen when your shocked and wonder invades your ocean eyes like a storm

the way my hand fits in yours with all of your crevices and creases on your palm against mine

the way your voice feels when I'm up against your chest

from there I can hear your heart beating

your warmth on my cold body like a blanket

your kiss like bliss on my lips

right there in that moment is where I want to call my home forever

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