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Mar 2013
I no longer know your lips

I no longer know your touch

I no longer know your face

yet I yearn for you

I yearn for those soft lips colliding with mine once more

I yearn for those rough hands on my arm, ever so lightly

I yearn to see your bright eyes, half smile, crooked teeth

I no longer know you

but I wish I did
Written by
anastina
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   Md HUDA
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