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Oct 2019
I don't know you
But I dream about you
The way you hold my hand

You whisper something and
I smile because you know so
    well how to soften me

You are the love I have never met
My cohort
        My savior
               My antidote
Written by
Sona Lachina  F/Cleveland
(F/Cleveland)   
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