In that moment,
your hands spinning
me around the dance floor,
I fell in love again (and again)
for I never stopped.
Your nose against my forehead… 49 more words
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There is a reason why they’re called bookmarks.
Not those bookmarks you buy from an overpriced book store with aromas of pretentious coffee; not ones made from sterling silver with tassels hanging from them; not leather ones with sentiments in gold foil lettering. 72 more words