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May 2018
I miss the feeling of our intertwining skin,
I miss the silky softness of your hair
Running through my fingers as you lay down on my bed,
Nothing but sweet thoughts and morphine in your head
I miss the warmness of your structure,
the heat from your heart that warmed even the coldest of souls
Recklessly ruined by
Private paranoia
And a fatal dice roll
Written by
AW Gray  21/M/Scotland
(21/M/Scotland)   
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