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Aug 2018
It was a dream;
that you sat on my lap
in the manner you were born;
in my arms I would trap
your delicate body
that's attached to mine;
your eyes on me
in all this time;
our kisses sweet,
your skin was warm,
your smile was perfect,
your beautiful form;
my chest was burning
and there was your hand
finally together:
the wood and the sand.
When will this forest reach the softness of sand?
Written by
Christian  19/M
(19/M)   
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