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To question to be loved at your darkest and most naked hour.

I sat today, outside in the sun laughing streaks of yolk as its daffodil fingers tickled sugary giggles of cloud from the belly of the cotton ..

Let's slow dance tonight like you're not leaving tomorrow morning.... Leaving so early that there will be no time for you to read about the ..

Let me wade out into the ocean of grief, desperately thrashing, trying not to drown in the heavy darkness of love long past, Let me wade ou..

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