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Aug 2023
Through the bleak midnights
I sent some exclusive prayers.
Against the foggy distance, between our aches,
I stood numbly, with the urge to yearn for some touches, brimming with caresses.
My shoulders were full of tenderness, lured by the spreading lights beneath my calamity.
Our shades reflect on the waiting northern beacon; we are there, above all the sleeping folks, matted with white obedient doves, angelically, like the chosen lovers.
The Poetic Nicole
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The Poetic Nicole  30/F/Nowhere
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