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Dec 2015
You can feel me,
when we are no touching,
hear me,
when there are no words to be said,

You keep coming back to me,
you write my mind,
think what i think,
scribble at me when in pain,

Tear slowly at my heart,
tear slowly at my soul,
my life is just a book of pages,
waiting to be ripped apart.
Lovelust
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Lovelust
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