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May 2019
Follow me to our place
Our space, our keepsake
Where time stood still and all that mattered was us.
Touch me again as if you thirsted for me
You fingers so endearing
Your lips like clockwork
So memorizing, so pure.
I remember you like a scar
Painful, striking, permanent.
Written by
maryjessica  F
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