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your hair is messy no matter how many times you run your fingers across it

your voice is slurring from the moonlight shining in the window

your cheeks are red, still flushed with the blood that runs through us both

the stretch marks near your shoulder peek out from underneath the covers

& i am in love

with every part of you

during every moment spent with you

for the rest of tonight, until the day you change your mind

i am yours

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