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My M
Its 2 am and I can't stop thinking about you.
The way your eyes crinkle,
the way your lips curl into a smile
God that smile showing your teeths, looking at me and i take you in.
Every dent of your skin, every spot, all the twinkles in your eyes, the prettiest nose scrunch, ...
Wednesday 27th February 2019 4:42 pm
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