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Nov 2021
When I hold her
is like being embraced by a thousand pillows,
    the shade of my room is enough
for me to see
the woman that made me
  write a living poem.
With each touch is gentle,
   with every kiss, divine
her dress smells like home,
   her love takes you back in time
to the moment you felt safe
    to the ******* moment
you felt
safe
Gabriel
Written by
Gabriel  21/M/Bacolod City
(21/M/Bacolod City)   
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