𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠

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and i must be so selfish
hoarding your smiles
and the talks at midnight,
it must have been wrong
for adoring every inch
of your perfectly-made skin,
caressing your cheeks
and touching your lips—
tell me, are you scared
that someone loved you this way?
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