Mar 2017
Your absences felt like
A gun pulled to my chest
Knowingly that she's sleeping
By your side
Naked while your two bodies collide
And exchange heat I remain untouched.
A gun pulled to my chest
Knowingly that she's sleeping
By your side
Naked while your two bodies collide
And exchange heat I remain untouched.
(30/F/East Africa)
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