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Apr 2013
Her cream white hand
whose touch
turned my legs to jelly
as I soaked up her attention
like a sponge
as hundreds of thousands
of images
bowled through my mind

but too late
I realised she was only

triffeling
with my affections
Written by
DieingEmbers
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