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Apr 2016
It was not much more yet not much less.
Satisfying, plentiful with no need to caress,
Emotions or skin.
The secret language that we speak in.
Eyes never connecting yet bodies touching.
She would never see your sins hidden.
Smiles painted on, cracks inside her yet she'd never show.
Because only you and I really know.
HG
Written by
HG  England
(England)   
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