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Jul 2018
Every second that turns into a minute
My thought are filled with being in your embrace
Every minute that turns into hours
My hands wonder by the ways and places you touched
Every hour that turn into days my breath slows thinking of your kisses
Everyday that turn to a week
I find my hands clenching my sheets and pillowsΒ Β tightly
for than I don’t think I could control my actions anymore.
Poly Via
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Poly Via  40/F
(40/F)   
75
   Susan Nishimoto and Fawn
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