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Jul 2012
I cannot wait to see him,
To smell him
To taste him
To touch him

For our bodies,
Pressed against each other...
comfortably intertwined.

So familiar this feeling
Our souls
Our minds
Our bodies
We are together.


But this will be the last time.
Written by
Emily Braswell
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