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Feb 2014
it hasn't even been 24 hours since we last spoke
but already i am dreaming of your skin;
your hair and what it would feel like to touch it
your face keeps me awake and i suddenly fear:
i have become attached
like i promised i wouldn't be
marina b
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marina b  rva
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