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Sep 2020
i could be sound asleep,
tucked away in my queen-sized bed.
but the thought of you consumes me.

your soft hands on my cheek,
moving lower,
making me weak.

you're miles away,
yet you seem to control my mind.
oh darling, you're one of a kind.
i miss you.
noelle
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noelle  18/F
(18/F)   
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   nevaeh
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