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Jun 2019
There is a dormant power
that courses through my veins.

A building wave of anticipation
wafts across my skin.

My heart rate increases,
my breathing grows intense.

I have been left far too long
in this cold, dark place.

It is only your touch,
that can bring me to life.
Written by
Stephen S
131
   DivineDao and Anastasia
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