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Jul 2014
Forget running my hands down your body,
My love.
Fumbling to undo buttons,
My fingers
Mapping cities on your chest.  
Forget the crimson kisses
And the velvet of my breast
In your palm.

Because we're only where we are now.  

That is...

Far                                                       ­     Away
                          
    
                           From Love.
Written by
Anon
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