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Apr 2016
I miss your touch.
The second it's gone
I, for the tingling sensation
On my skin against yours, long;
Like the budding flower for the sun,
And the dry earth for the rain.
Is it wrong that I want you again,
And again?
That I want you ad infinitum?
Wow it's been awhile since I wrote some verses. Kinda went into a slight depression with the loss of my grandad but I'm coming our of it slowly but surely. Helps to have so many loving people around me. Especially the one who was on my mind when I write this poem.
Written by
JJRKelly  24/M/Chicago
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