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Dec 2015
your lips feel like the softest press of silk against a warm untouched body
longing of affection
i see only my reflection of whom I long to be    when i am with you
my flesh fills crimson
i know which moment is fleeting, the desperation for more

sadly i will only remember the altered perception of my only recollection
with you.
Written by
Eva Luna
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