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Apr 2016
He's the feeling that I can't name
the daydreams that lure me into a future I create
with words that don't fit
he's the only sound I can hear
the scent soaked in my skin
in every sigh I inhale
he's everything I wish was mine
Simpleton
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Simpleton  U.K
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