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Nov 2020
The warmth of alone
encapsulates my every inch,
once again — I am washed over.

The little hands that graze
my face,
   my soul,
keep my heart beating
my skin alive.

alone in thought, but always seen by you —
your gazing up at me.

You do not know yet, nor will you ever…
but your laugh pulls me from the cold water;
but your eyes pull the water from my ever-seeking lungs.
Written by
awknight  27/F/Hell
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