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Aug 2022
I’m missing the taste of you,
The smell of my butterfly.
That face that makes me shy,
How can I live without these things?
Our hearts connected by thin strings.
Never separated, never truly alone.
Written by
Oemor J  25/M/England
(25/M/England)   
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