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Her smile, could force my own. Her laugh, contagiously unique. Her mind, flawless with endless beauty. Her happiness, my healthy addiction. Her touch, melted to the core. One last caress, again you left.
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Nov 6, 2020
Nov 6, 2020 at 10:13 PM UTC
Ghost Girl
Her smile, could force my own. Her laugh, contagiously unique. Her mind, flawless with endless beauty. Her happiness, my healthy addiction. Her touch, melted to the core. One last caress, again you left.
The ghost girl that I once admired is now nothing but a stranger with memories. Though in my dreams she's so alive.
Polseh
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28/M/Manchester
Nov 6, 2020
Nov 6, 2020 at 10:13 PM UTC
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