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Mar 2019
The days pass & he lingers
I sip on the memory  
Of his calloused fingers
Like he etched his initials into my skin
I, robed in his jacket
That still smells like him

I dance whenever I recall
Our nights together
When we exposed it all
I was the sea
We took and gave
& elated, he splashed
Inside my waves
Grace E
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Grace E  28/F/Probably a coffee shop
(28/F/Probably a coffee shop)   
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