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Aug 2020
even now
my memories
torment me
your ghost
travelling the halls
it's sweet song
denying me of sleep
your scent
fresh pine sap
and crisp salt water
lingers in my dreams
like a thorn
wrapping
around my ribcage
holding me close
each breath deadly.
- i'm always thinking i could love you more.
rk
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rk  F/scotland
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