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Last night you called; I love you was written in your pupils I'm sorry on your lips Don't leave in your eyebrows I miss you in your eyelashes
Fingertips caress the bow of my cheek gliding to soft chapstick covered lips. Peppermint flavored to be exact. Waiting to be tasted  
Body Language With the strut of the Wind, The boundless flow of time. Our minds tend to flutter, With an undying chime.   Speaking through tocs and tics Vision scattered,
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