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Green Eyes
I held you in the dark
Your face burrowed in my breast
Your tears made my body sweat and my fingers
Clung to your hair
A smile so small grew on my lips, as you
Thanked me.
I expect nothing from you.
And I would probably do anything for you.
And I knew from the moment we touched.
11am, with the sun streaming in through the window.
You lay in my lap as...
Friday 10th July 2020 2:24 am
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