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Jun 2017
Her
When I dream
I can taste her
running down my face
warm in afterthoughts
full of joy
tinged with fear
that I'll never get enough
or be enough
but I cannot stop wanting her
warm in afterthoughts
running down my face
when I dream.
drumhound
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drumhound  Springfield, MO
(Springfield, MO)   
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