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Nov 2018
your skin is a prison, your body a jail
your love, your touch will always prevail

whispers of "i love you"s and
the soft kisses on my hands

reminds me that when you're here i'm at home
but when you leave i am again, alone
maybe
prince
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prince  17/M/TIRED
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