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I want to know every part of you, 

every scar, 

every bruise,

 I want to trace the map of you, 

my fingers a compass, 

your freckles the constellations 

which in my heart I will chart 

so when I close my eyes 

I’ll have you in my stars forever. 


xx Atticus

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