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Jan 2023
Press your hand against mine
And see how even our scars interlink
Let me trace you fingerprints
And memorise every curve of your identity
So much so that a clone could touch me and it would feel like a stranger
So much so that you could touch the air and I would know you were reaching for me
Written by
A Wandering Soul  F/England
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