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Jan 8
I always knew of a place
a place where I've never been

where your laughter echoes
breaking glass and tickling skin

the air laced with your perfume,
the moisture of your skin

overwhelming my senses with a fog,
my eyes with sin

there ,the nights are sovereign
cold wind carries whispered words
shaping them into chant and hymn

so grant me your hands
give me a chance
let me feel what they've sworn upon
in the place where I've never stepped on
Written by
Ahlam  18/F
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