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Jun 2015
My nerves ache for the ocean
With each ounce of strength I own;
You're pressed under my skin,
Your name is written in my bones
But love needs tender touches
And I can't fit through the phone
So I guess I have to live like this
I'm meant to be alone.
geneva elisabethe
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geneva elisabethe
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