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your hand fits in mine, like it's made just for me, but bear this is mind, it was meant
to be and i'm joining up the dots, with the freckles
on your cheeks, and it all makes sense to me
i know you've never loved the crinkles by your eyes,
when you smile you've never loved, your stomach or your thighs the dimples in your back, at
the bottom of your spine, but
i'll love
them endlessly