Never in my life have I wanted
to be ripped apart inside and out
by hands so gentle,
a single touch
could make me swoon in dreams
without counting a single sheep
You fill my mind and heart with
eternal sunshine
and fear of not being good enough
but I know I am
and you know you are
Until the world ends
you will hold my face in your hands
and I will kiss
the coffee bean your mother left
just for me,
on the corner of your smile
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