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Mar 2021
So supple the muscle
My heart tender as your skin
Fingertip’s sketch across my chest
The map that led me back here again
I sent a whisper on the wind
You sent a kiss, but
The space between
Assured it would never reach my lips
Written by
Brett  28/M/NYC
(28/M/NYC)   
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