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Sep 2015
Like a morning mist
Sparkling in the morning
Except it was you
in a bedroom
your eyes were sparkling
through the courtains.

Your palms found my hips
you smiled and kissed my lips
and in that moment
I was so **** sure
it will always be you.

And no matter where I go
no matter how far I will be
as long as I remember your name
the hunger for your lips will torture me
and the thing I will always be missing
is you.
Nikola Mills
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