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Jun 2018
as our lips met, I felt a singe;
a singe I wished to feel time after time again.
I craved his presence,
I lusted for him warmth,
and dreamt of embers being spewed into the air,
longing for the day that we will kiss again and create a wildfire.
gabriela
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