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i think about

your smile

and how

it melts me like

a chocolate bar in the 

summer sun.

i think about

how you crinkle

your nose

when i do

something silly 

and when you

laugh

it echoes around

in my head

like my favorite song.

i think about

the way you so

effortlessly 

flip your hair 

when it brushes

your eyelashes

a little too much.

i think about

your eyes,

(the ones i get lost in)

your lips,

(in which i dream of having mine against)

your hands,

(i wish i had clasped in mine).

i think about us.

 

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