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Mar 2017
the longing behind fingertips
reaching for hands
snatched away so quickly.
i forget their feeling so quickly
i forget your flinches so quickly.
and so it repeats.
can you feel the longing left
somewhere in the empty air?
Oskar Erikson
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Oskar Erikson  24/M/London
(24/M/London)   
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   Lina Lotus
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