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Nov 2020
The taste of your lips mine have forgotten.
Parts of your face i can barely remember.
The maps I've traced on your skin no longer lead to anywhere
You are nothing but a distant memory shoved within the many corners of my mind.
Why then does my heart long for you?
Melanie
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Melanie  23/F/SA
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