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He tastes of chocolate.
He smells like cinnamon and laundry soap. He writes words of beauty and love. He looks like someone who cares. He feels like that teddy bear you never wanted to let go. His words are beautiful and heart wrenching, sad and lovelorn, his and only his. His fingers play songs only he understands. His heart has been broken. His voice is scratchy and deep, spinning deep tales. Our smiles light the darkness. Our hands entwine. My heart fills with his smile. His personality. His face. His care. If only it could be.
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