Love Letter 4

Dear You,

I still have leftovers of you on my skin. I never want to wash you off of me. You have my heart, but my god, you’ve got my body too. It is no longer my own, now it belongs to you. It shakes for you and quakes for you. Funny how in the dark of night, I feel like I am waking up for the very first time.

Love, Me

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