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Scribbles Of Sweet Nothings

You aren't just holding me anymore,

You're scribbling sweet nothings on my back,

You say you're writing a poetry,

The one I can forever have.


You write some words,

Cut out a few,

Making me tickle,

And smile just for you.


You say you're writing a poetry,

The one I can forever have,

But you're just tracing your fingers,

On someone who you forever have.





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