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DearPoetry

Published: Nov 23, 2012

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but I merely bit my lip when she asked me, "What is it you're thankful for?" _{_{How could I tell her I was thankful for this heart that beats a thousand times over when I hear her speak?}}

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xxAiko-chanxx

Dec 6, 2012

This is very beautiful <3

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