Let me steal that exhale of release from your mouth.
I feel you under my skin and in the marrow of my bones,and I cannot get you out of my mind or focus on anything else.
Deliciously unexpected
I’ll stay right where you tell me
I miss those mornings where the house was loud and alive. The chattering of my children; the arguing, the laughing, the hurriedness of tryin...
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