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Mar 2019
I haven’t been able
To make a memory
To taste skin
Or even connect souls
Without the fear
Of what I don’t know.
There hasn’t been
Lips I’ve kissed
That can compare
To the passion
We shared.
An imprint left
So deep
I can still feel
Your exhale
Softly on my neck
Each and every time
I close my eyes.
Tiny
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Tiny  21/F
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