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Dec 2019
I wonder who taught me loving
I knew it before I knew your name
Now I cannot whisper it without
I hate loneliness
I love to be alone
Here I sit, and think of you
Ask me, if you know me
And I will do the same
Lay my hand, on your chest
Feel your heart beating
Through cotton skin
Your mysteries are new
To my ancient hands
Lexie
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Lexie  22/F/Spent Out
(22/F/Spent Out)   
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   atticus wilson
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