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Aug 2018
The last embrace
before i’m walking
away

Last touch of your
face
Before i’m tasting
tears

I can feel the beat of
your heart
as your hair
is brushing mine

and then
Your hand is slipping
through mine
and i’m lost in the current
of people
every **** time.
Rose
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Rose  22/F/Portland
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