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Aug 2020
When you glide your fingers on my skin
Or whenever we touch.
I am overcome with a gamut of emotions.
And I feel so much...

Something like the reason ice cubes melt in the palm of your hand,
Which is maybe the same reason the hinges on my door have started to thaw.

Because of you, I feel so much warmth andΒ so much more.
πŸ–€πŸ–€πŸ–€Dear BabeπŸ–€πŸ–€πŸ–€
Azariah
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