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Mar 20
Can it not be enough
for your skin to tingle,

when it gets too close
to the open fire you are
curled in front of,

reading books that take
you to places that even
your dreams don't reach...

To exist in a moment of
contentment without waiting,
wanting, wishing for
the next one..
Emma Elisabeth Wood
Written by
Emma Elisabeth Wood  F/UK
   Salmabanu Hatim
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