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Sometimes I'll find myself
Swiping through our gallery.
Particularly yours,
Your freckled stars,
Palatable eyes,
You're soft lips with which you refuse
to lie,
And before I say anything about
your eyebrows or smile,
I've shaken myself from my smile,
And sometimes the phone will fall
from my hand,
And I'll bend down to pick it up,
And my arm stops,
Knowing I shouldn't turn over the
screen,
Not for cracks and bothers,
But for the fear of seeing your face,
Because the old her still lives inside of
me,
And when she looks at you it's nearly
impossible to forget.
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-kaysea 23.03.19
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s t a r s ⭐ -a poetry book
Poetry°. * ' • * .°. * ' • * . s ' ° t * a '. r ° s °. * ' • * .°. * ' • * . everything we know was created from the stars, every fibre of your being is stardust. Your freckles of cosmic rays shine through you. °. * ' • * . °. * ' • * . a poetry...
