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Tuesday, September 21, 2010

For a boy

His name was my favourite song. his eyes,the mirror in which i see my future. In his hands i rest my deepest emotions and On his mouth i leave my sweetest creation and desire.. His thoughts are my books of wisdom. In his clothes i bury my secrets..his scars are reminders of his victories,and i dress his wounds with my love...and i feed him and let me starve.. ' (i love you,i cradle you,i need you to survive,i adore you,want you,and want you in my life)

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