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For every time you speak my name.
For every time you say you are to blame.
For every tear shed in your name.
I love you.
For every time your demons need slain.
For every time you feel pain.
I love you.
And in those moments of weakness i find a soul so like my own.
And in those laughs and smiles i find my home.
For there was never a gift as sinfully sweet as this and never a moment i'd be glad to miss.
Copyright © Cheyenne Long | Year Posted 2016
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