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Feb 2020
Press your hands against my skin
Caress
To feel your warmth
I'd die again
You are the ghost
Of a dream
Your hands the touch
What I need
Crave
You.

Move your hands along my spine
Whisper
Feel your breath against mine
To feel alive
Make me please
Feel alive if just one more time
But a dream
Only of
your hands.
you never really existed you were only a dream
Anastasia
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Anastasia  29/F/a galaxy far, far away
(29/F/a galaxy far, far away)   
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