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Apr 2016
Sending shivers
down my spine
like it was your job
All you knew
was in the contact  
how to love,
how to make
me fall for your
desolate words
So empty
saying so much without
ever saying anything at all
Speak to me,
talk to me in words.
Real words
Not the words you
carve into my body
With every touch.
Alexandra
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Alexandra
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