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Apr 2019
Every time it comes to mind
I remember what you taste like
-Our warm embrace-
The curvature of your lips is etched into my memory

And that night we laid there,
head on my shoulder
Your body pressed against mine

Please don't think me naive
Just for remembering
AD Letwixt
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AD Letwixt  21/Non-binary
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