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Dec 2015
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I'm afraid that you've whispered into my veins,
that you've spoken into my skin.
And if life has its way and you go away,
I'll be left with this burning within.

My hands are yours now,
you belong in my arms,
and my body is broken into
what stays with me,
as it has to be,
and, darling, what misses you.
Michaela
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Michaela  25/F/California
(25/F/California)   
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