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Jun 2018
It's painful
Not being able
To touch him
Bare fingertips
Eager to kiss him
Taking his essence
Tapping impatiently
Bidding time
So addicted to him
My drug
My necessity
My very base of existence...
Inked Quill
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Inked Quill  F/India
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