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Mar 2013
Our love is an old love and I yearn to feel it with new fingers. New lips. New bodies to twist and ache. So I ask you how it is to become something new? Will I lose what time has taught me of us? Will I unravel with the unknowing?
may be unfinished but I can't seem to add anything else.

©2013 Siiren
Siiren
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Siiren  The Edge of Space
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