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Sweet injustice you do to me; seared your touch on skin and soul, only to slip from my shaking hands and leave your breath on my cheek, your song in my heart.
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Oct 25, 2012
Oct 25, 2012 at 9:14 PM UTC
Wisp of mine
Sweet injustice you do to me; seared your touch on skin and soul, only to slip from my shaking hands and leave your breath on my cheek, your song in my heart.
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Oct 25, 2012
Oct 25, 2012 at 9:14 PM UTC
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