My heart (attack)

Baby. There's not a day where your name doesn't wring in my head. Where the lingering perfume of your scent doesn't tease my memory. An embrace. A kiss. A conversation of staring into those pretty eyes filled with mutual adoration.

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[Delmar Cooper]

Print this out, put it in the pocket of the suit you wear to funerals and hope the drycleaner loses it or nobody gets sick anytime soon.