Every time you touched me, I was on fire
Every time you smiled at me, my heart turned soft
And every time you held me, I was at home
We became the same person almost, we were always together, our scents had combined into one, and we were unstoppable
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Purple poems
Poetry"And if a genie were to come come and tell her she had one wish, she would wish for the world to slow down, and for the pain to finally stop." #17 in tired 8/8/18
