GRAY
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I smoke for my soul to be kissed. I smoke for mist in your eyes. How you lay apon my skin after exhaling you is magical. The last time you held me was many moons ago. I confessed... You whispered nothing. - GRAY
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&quot;Don't cry love. It's not your burden to bear.&quot; He pulled away, looking me in the eyes seriously. I paused for a moment, then embraced him tighter and kissed him fervently once more. &quot;You made it my burden when you said you loved me.&quot;

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