i cannot stand being without him. he is the air in my lungs. the blood in my veins. he is my CD collection, tea on a cold day, black coffee, snow, ocean blue eyes, a lover who has changed everything. nothing is ever the same after him.
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Scorpio Lover
Poetryeverything was beautiful about him. his eyes. his hair. his lips. his hands. his nose. his stomach. i don't even care about
