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Apr 2021
Could be our last to touch,
at the speed of love
I don't plan myself to rush.
The only one to beat,
the sound of ear to your heart.

Could be our last to love,
it won't be enough.
Kiss me straight after we hug,
the feeling drains whenever you're gone.

Love often can ****.
Odd Odyssey Poet
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Odd Odyssey Poet  25/M/Zimbabwe
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