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Blood type


You're the blood in my veins, 

You're the oxygen I crave, 

You're the sunrise to my mornings, 

You're the echo in a cave, 

I can't look at something beautiful,

And not think of you

God you mesmerize me 

Paralyze me 

With your existence 

All I ask for, 

Is a lifetime 

But that's too much,

To see my blood type,

Boil with love

 

-Nevena 💚

 
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