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Apr 2022
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my body a vessel
my being, come true
from the source of my soul;
all my rivers and oceans
flow straight back to you.
for only you, could weave a magic
a witchcraft so divine;
that just a single thought of you
can take me back through time.
reliving each and every moment
every kiss and stolen glance;
to laying alone in darkness
realising it would be our last.


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i still think of you every single day.
ross
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ross  M/scotland
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