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My precious; that is what you are A dark crystal with gleams of color You’re a gem; a talisman to my heart This treasure I cannot grasp or touch It’s as if I can feel your energy Eager lips caressing my cheek Your voice audible only in my soul’s ears Sensing your body’s warmth beside me My mind is lost and unclaimed Are you really here or is it just fantasy Do I just want and need you that badly That fables start to form in my head You are a stinging grand sorrow Pumping through my icy veins The reason for my mental demise My guide to a vast lonely world
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Feb 3, 2021
Feb 3, 2021 at 3:16 PM UTC
My Grand Sorrow
My precious; that is what you are A dark crystal with gleams of color You’re a gem; a talisman to my heart This treasure I cannot grasp or touch It’s as if I can feel your energy Eager lips caressing my cheek Your voice audible only in my soul’s ears Sensing your body’s warmth beside me My mind is lost and unclaimed Are you really here or is it just fantasy Do I just want and need you that badly That fables start to form in my head You are a stinging grand sorrow Pumping through my icy veins The reason for my mental demise My guide to a vast lonely world
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47/F/New York
Feb 3, 2021
Feb 3, 2021 at 3:16 PM UTC
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