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Owen

Owen

My brain your sponge, you are my concern
My eyes your mirror, together we are one
My ears your alarm, daddy hears everything 
My mouth your school, I talk to you all the time
My chest your pillow, memory foam 
My heart your place, you leave no space
My arms your bed, rocking you to sleep
My hands your maid, whatever you need son
My legs your car, let’s go
Our life your’e mine, I’ll never let go

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Marion

Love eclipses the reader here...beautiful and beautiful again Rob. Precious times x

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.Rob

❤️Marion , thank you and Im glad the love bled through. 

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