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Dec 5
Him
I imagine you
walking to the room
looking at me
taking my hand
and kissing it
saying sweet nothings to me
but then the reality hits
you are really gone
dead
but i still imagine your lips against mine

but you are gone
not coming back to me

i wish i could feel your arms around my waist
your breath against my neck
your lips against my lips
your voice filling my ears
just one last time

but you are gone forever
her
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her  15/F/Finland
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