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Jun 2014
It's only late at night
When my body's too tired to fight
The constant stream of images
Running through my mind
That's when I begin to imagine
How it might feel to have you held tight in my arms
Soft skin like fire against mine
Warm breath kissing my neck
At your every exhale

My heart jumps at the thought
Of yours being so close.
sleeplessness
Daniela Bustamante
Written by
Daniela Bustamante  Venezuela
(Venezuela)   
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