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May 2023
Her
She touches my skin, and I am set ablaze
I rise to meet her touch as birds rise into the sky,
and all I can think of is her

She speaks my name and it’s like a prayer on her lips,
a religion that only she and I are a part of
She speaks my name and I become weak
For Her.
Ephemeral Oblivion
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Ephemeral Oblivion  20/F/Lost in Nowhere
(20/F/Lost in Nowhere)   
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