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Jun 2016
I'm thirsty
Yet no liquid quenches these forgotton parched tears
Tis the sugar of my soul that seeks its redemption
A wanton pleasure of mind
To waken such lasting slumber

It is you my love that has rejoiced me
Your taste that does me complete
And that warmth
Oh that beautiful warmth
I so so miss

And in this night that become day's
I long for your reach
Come kiss me my choosen
******* salted skin
For I am the waiting
And
You are the one

Let us sleep
andy fardell
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