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Mar 2023
That night
My mind reminds me when I'm alone
Causing the mind to run to what if's

What if it could happen again?

My body craters your touch
You firm kisses
Your caressing hands
The soft growls you made

My nerves turn to fire
And I want to run to you
Run and not regret what happens

But in reality
Though I will never tell you
I just torture myself
For something I know
Will never happen

Even if I wish my little devil
To the memory I never forget
Writing of the Unknown
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