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It's been so long Since I've seen you. So so long The joy of your company kept in thought. Seeing you smile your beautiful smile. A spot of light seen with closed eyes. It's been so long Sharing the same space. The touch of your skin against mine. To be the shadow of reassurance That propels the moon to shine it's brightest. It is in these times I miss you most. The moon a reminder of your cheeks. The complications of how scarce we've made ourselves. Places to be Thangs to do. The night a harsh reminder of how we pass each other. Your moan more distant, The stars but flickers of our tongues. Your body a constellation made in absence. The absence of your dress between my teeth, The last time I truly felt with eyes warm, Sincere. The ****** of eclipse. The joining of northern to southern hemisphere. Your cheeks the fullest they've ever been. The moon a constant reminder, How scarce we've made ourselves. Places to go Thangs to do, Mo thangs to occupy the time
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Jan 6, 2019
Jan 6, 2019 at 3:44 PM UTC
Drunk Moon Blues For Slow-Hand Willi Washington
It's been so long Since I've seen you. So so long The joy of your company kept in thought. Seeing you smile your beautiful smile. A spot of light seen with closed eyes. It's been so long Sharing the same space. The touch of your skin against mine. To be the shadow of reassurance That propels the moon to shine it's brightest. It is in these times I miss you most. The moon a reminder of your cheeks. The complications of how scarce we've made ourselves. Places to be Thangs to do. The night a harsh reminder of how we pass each other. Your moan more distant, The stars but flickers of our tongues. Your body a constellation made in absence. The absence of your dress between my teeth, The last time I truly felt with eyes warm, Sincere. The ****** of eclipse. The joining of northern to southern hemisphere. Your cheeks the fullest they've ever been. The moon a constant reminder, How scarce we've made ourselves. Places to go Thangs to do, Mo thangs to occupy the time
kewayne-wadley
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Jan 6, 2019
Jan 6, 2019 at 3:44 PM UTC
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