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The pupil of your eye dilates, the blue getting bigger and the whites looking whiter. We’re so close now I can feel your breath, Down my face comforting me. The sweet despair of love. Falling close through time, Wanting you for our prime. Waiting through the depth of time. Feeling your touch on skin.
» Posted By Anna Marston On 11.22.2013 @ 9:59 pm