Angels lie to keep control
your hand fits in mine.
like it's made just for me
but bear this in mind
it was meant to be
and I'm joining up the dots
with the freckles on your cheeks
and it all makes sense to me.I know you've never loved
the crinkles by your eyes
when you smile,
you've never loved
your stomach or your thighs
the dimples in your back
at the bottom of your spine
but I'll love them endlessly
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