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Oct 2017
to hold you between the gaps
of my fingers
escaping the love songs
from my throat
that I didn't know were there
till you told me it was time to go.
then the drum starts
its beat behind our eyes
our lacking tongues
that fail to formulate
this feeling
which is slowly escaping
my grasping hands.
Oskar Erikson
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Oskar Erikson  24/M/London
(24/M/London)   
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