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Jun 2015
The love of my life
Is not quite palpable
But I can sense his
Presence nonetheless.
He grips my heart
And plucks the petals
One by one; my wrists
Warm from his red caress.
He kisses the hole in my
Head; *goodnight, sleep tight.
Miranda Renea
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Miranda Renea  25/F
(25/F)   
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