His kisses are covering not only my skin but also my mind,
it has been a fucking week,
literally.
He doesn't seem that beautiful any more,
so why am I holding on to him in my sleep as if I was moss on a stone?
Emotions, far too mixed to not to blow up my mind,
things not yet said,
how far could this business go?
It's all okay for me, you know.
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