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Sep 2014
i can't always tell you how i feel
yet you ask me anyway
but my voice is weak
and my words are choking me

i can't feel my fingertips
and truthfully
all i desire is a kiss from your lips
and your hands to warm mine once more
e·phem·er·a
əˈfem(ə)rə/
noun
things that exist or are used or enjoyed for only a short time.

n.v.
sept. 18, 2014
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neverland soundgirl
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neverland soundgirl
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