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Nemo W Dec 2016
my heart flutters
at the thought of you
my blood boils under my skin
my head spins
my vision is blurry
my adrenaline runs through
my veins like the way
you swiftly move
across my skin
caress me softly
whisk my sorrows away

— The End —