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Aug 2016
the arch of your back
the curl of your toes
your grasp of the sheets
your moans in my ears

I wake from this recurring nightmare
and instantly I want you back
both of us shivering together

but I am alone in my cold room
consumed by thoughts of you
Written by
scarlett  20/F/AZ
(20/F/AZ)   
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