Romantic: Where Your Scent is Strongest (3/3)
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like this until the weak light pops in the strength of the sun.
A pre-fall night—a moment where the chilled breeze floats around us after speeding over it’s sister’s mirrors cold salty surface—and I will know you, and you—
You know me.
There is a tenderness located in the touch of a knuckle softly along the downy hairs of a man’s cheek that no words can reproduce.
If you do that—If I do this,
Our metal, our ink, will meld and we will become one design.