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Feb 2016
Stealing kisses on borrowed time
Oh darling, you are not mine.

Your war-torn hands are frigid to the touch
Like a ghost hidden in the cloak of dusk.

I'm searching, searching
Yet you are nowhere to be found--

In your empty love I drown.
grace
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grace  F/USA
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