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Feb 2021
The way my skin feels burnt after a freezing breeze.

Soft warm finger tips running across my lips.

An early rising sunlight breaking through the window to warm my skin.

When I stare at the brightest moon and I feel someone looking back.

My favorite feelings reminding me I'm still here.
Bailey
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Bailey  26/F/Ohio
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