they say you don't know what you got 'til it's gone / / they say that your darkest hour comes before your dawn

Saturday, January 5, 2013

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Even if I tried to erase you from my memory, I’d still find ways to remember you. The spaces between my fingers; the way your lips part to kiss; the way your body curls in bed; all those places my mind could forget but never my soul.

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