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Sometimes I wonder... Just another mass a chill run up my neck emptiness bombards me a ghost They look right through me no purpose.   No one No one to wish me goodnight, no one to wake me up. No one to throw myself on when all fails But I stay, hoping one day I fall so deeply Not even a gunshot would hurt - the gaze we hold in each other's eyes will numb all but love. Satisfaction from a scent the feeling of his hand on my hip - as he brings it up my back, Embrace Making way up to my neck grazing fingers against lips Feel the warmth of his own pressed against mine
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Nov 9, 2017
Nov 9, 2017 at 9:17 PM UTC
Nothing but a Dream
Sometimes I wonder... Just another mass a chill run up my neck emptiness bombards me a ghost They look right through me no purpose.   No one No one to wish me goodnight, no one to wake me up. No one to throw myself on when all fails But I stay, hoping one day I fall so deeply Not even a gunshot would hurt - the gaze we hold in each other's eyes will numb all but love. Satisfaction from a scent the feeling of his hand on my hip - as he brings it up my back, Embrace Making way up to my neck grazing fingers against lips Feel the warmth of his own pressed against mine
Jakuuka
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Nov 9, 2017
Nov 9, 2017 at 9:17 PM UTC
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