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Jul 2019
Your hand touched mine that day.
A single touch with such heat.
I couldn't think.
I couldn't see like I always would.
All I could think of and see was you.
Even when I closed my eyes.
In the darkness where it was cold but
light would come to me and there you was.
Smiling as you would stretched out your hand.
One hand to reach with.
two kisses was given.
One from me and one from you.
But three words spoken.
migayle ocuaman
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migayle ocuaman  19/Bigender/philippines
(19/Bigender/philippines)   
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