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Sep 2021
the moment the air starts to bite
with the shrillness of fall
my chest fills with light
and my thoughts

circle cyclically
over
and
over
of only your body

pressing me against the wall
and the pressure of your hips
slipping
and fitting
so effortlessly
into the crevices
of me

and I'd die
to know that feeling
you. and. me.
Kelly
Written by
Kelly  F
(F)   
93
   touka
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