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My fingertips face yours Electricity Magnets in space Try so hard but never reach Your eyes sink into me I wish your hands would And not let go. My back to you Feel your eyes Your hands Soft and calming Then Deep and prodding Texturising my skin Ghosts Following our paths Resisting touch Avoiding touch Long to embrace Try to teach myself To repel.
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Jul 6, 2020
Jul 6, 2020 at 2:03 PM UTC
Magnetism
My fingertips face yours Electricity Magnets in space Try so hard but never reach Your eyes sink into me I wish your hands would And not let go. My back to you Feel your eyes Your hands Soft and calming Then Deep and prodding Texturising my skin Ghosts Following our paths Resisting touch Avoiding touch Long to embrace Try to teach myself To repel.
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Jul 6, 2020
Jul 6, 2020 at 2:03 PM UTC
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