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May 2017
my ink-stained fingers
are starting to itch for your touch
these lanky arms miss
encircling your plump waist
my heart no longer feels home
at my own chest

it's strange that i long for
those i've never known
Written by
sancus  wandering.
         Arrow, Jamal Abboud, shÃ¥i, CP, Aazzy and 21 others
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