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Mar 2014
A small finger traces the outline of your body
Memorizing each bump on your skin
Eyes closing
Lost somewhere in only the touch of you
Smiling
Not allowing years of hidden yearnings
To gush and flow without control
A tear leaks from the corner of a grateful soul
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