To think of you.

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I’ll be holding you tight,

in my dreams. . .

in my room. . .

in my hands. . .

to close my hands,

so i can hold your eyes in my heart.

so i can love your heart within my lips.

I’d love to love you, 

but how when we cant stop the mess inside ourselves.

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