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by Wandering_Nomad

What the songs of Solomon meant when he sang the songs he made for his lovers and wives a touch so unique, a touch that changed lives. What it feels to be loved but still feel so empty inside like giving your keys to someone else and you're just there for the ride. What it feels like to be needed but if only for a moment longer to have that moment of ectasy but couldn't feel any wronger.
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