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Jun 2019
The smell of your scent etched on my skin,
the touch of your lips ignites my bones.
Touch me with words to remind me that I am alive.
Hold me, gently to make me feel I'm loved.
For love is the language we spoke that filled our void.
“I would rather die of passion than of boredom.” ~ Vincent Van Gogh
Ritz Writes
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Ritz Writes  28/F/Shillong
(28/F/Shillong)   
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     Bogdan Dragos, Sue Huff, Fawn and Monika Layke
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