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Apr 2016
How I do,
Long for the inspiration your eyes gave.
For that moment in time we’d held close breaths.
Hands,
Trembling fingers.
Clashing flesh, like teeth.
I was yours in the hours of another day.
Savored the Mystery and remembered the Heat.
We lay together no more.
Proxii
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Proxii  F/East coast, U.S
(F/East coast, U.S)   
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   Timothy H
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