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Jun 26
I felt the echo of the scent of your skin,
on my pillow
Skin as fine as a beam of light,
Fragile as Japanese porcelain,
Soft as the finest silk,
White as a fine gold plating,
radiant as only you know how to wear it.
Mystery of an authentic soul
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Mystery of an authentic soul  Other/Submerged in the System
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