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The Love He Inflicts


He says, Im the night that illuminates his stars 

He tells me his past and makes sure not to half ass the way I make him forget about it

His love, careeses my heart and sould ignoring ,y body

HIs fear , of losing me is no front , because he knows that the love he inflicts yeaarns for me and only me

His ears, listen to the smallest breaths let out by my lungs 

His laugh, the theme song to this show I call my life

His feet, leave gray imprints on my brain as he runs across my mind 24/7

 

He, is the definition of my african king

His being alone is a contribution to my euphoria, see

The burgundy lipstick stains I left on his collar will never mean lust

my body will never mean more than my mind, see this body will be abandoned my my soul 

when I die 

But before that happens , I want him to know that I admire him with all of my being.

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Mahogany LeBlanc

I'm Mahogany, A teenager deifying the odds.

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Rino_samari
Woaw awesome

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