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Dec 2020
A curly smoke in dark and dusty passage
I came as soon as I could get your message
One silent sigh escaping from my lips
As I look up, your shadow soft and steady
Obduced in finest leather, fingers dip
And pull me close
To feel you breath
And I am ready
Written by
Anastasiya Antropova  26/Agender
(26/Agender)   
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   Eshwara Prasad
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