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Dec 2015
The light of a candle,
shimmering off your skin.
A long night awaits, us.
Echos of our breathe, as we exchange wind.
Haunting my presence, theses thoughts within.
A slave to your nature,
confined to your confines,
I hope for;
again.
Styles
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Styles  NYC
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