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Mar 2019
Eyes are full,
hugging mine
held without
a touch.
Gravity keeps me
planted,
still,
floating-
a press of flesh,
a pull through the chest
magnets penetrate
deeper than skin.
a force unlike,
uncanny,
unreal,
floating-
but it still holds you close.
Dawn
Written by
Dawn  20/F/TX
(20/F/TX)   
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     ---, Mark S and Fawn
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