Tu omnia | You are everything.
He asked me which
photograph of his
I liked.
I told him that I
like them all,
because they are
of him.
The perfect face,
his eyes,
that kissable mouth.
I could look at him
forever.
I loved you Once. And that will never die. It will live within me Somewhere. And one day when I'm sitting alone in an empty train Y...
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