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Jan 2020
I feel the feather-light touches
Of imaginary fingers
As they creep across my shoulders.
Longingly,
I pretend that the pressure
Across my chest is the security
Of your arms holding me.
But really, it is the constricting
Bind of loneliness
Gripping me tightly.
Β© X. P. Y. 2020
Jaden
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Jaden  22/F
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     Immortality, --- and stargazer
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