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Graved in mine.
Hope to have a place in yours.
A name draws itself on the corner of my paper.
Leaving unerasable marks.
I scratch your name on the table.
Between two french brackets.
Craving to kiss you.
I'll tell you to let me go.
Don't.
Even if I fight. I want to stay.
Turn me around and look at me. 
Break through my eyes.
Read me.
Hold me.
You keep me warm.
You keep me safe.
Don't break me. I can do that myself. 
Don't leave me . I'll be waiting for you.


B.O