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Just a week ago tomorrow we stole those precious minutes in that loft-room jailed hideaway. Months of fevered anticipation preparation, perspiration cunning and crimes to get me back inside you. Doors locked stories straight what-if bases covered to have few mystic memories you were solely mine. Escape from our tribes momentary melting us perfect pose perfect pause until you slip away. I covet the first through fifth the post euphoric float but the sixth day weakens spinning down into dirt. The empty settles back the separation cements 'till imprisoned ache's extrication brings my love again.
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Sep 26, 2017
Sep 26, 2017 at 3:56 PM UTC
Sixth Day Separation
Just a week ago tomorrow we stole those precious minutes in that loft-room jailed hideaway. Months of fevered anticipation preparation, perspiration cunning and crimes to get me back inside you. Doors locked stories straight what-if bases covered to have few mystic memories you were solely mine. Escape from our tribes momentary melting us perfect pose perfect pause until you slip away. I covet the first through fifth the post euphoric float but the sixth day weakens spinning down into dirt. The empty settles back the separation cements 'till imprisoned ache's extrication brings my love again.
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Sep 26, 2017
Sep 26, 2017 at 3:56 PM UTC
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