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Jan 2020
Snowflakes falling on my skin
Reminds me of your kisses
One gently falls, and stays
Leaving wet spot on my face

If there were billions of them
They wouldn’t fulfill the desire  
Or calm down the hungry fire...
Me yearning for your gently kiss
Oh, how much I crave for this.
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A Poet  18/M
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