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Jul 2018
Your face is imprinted on my mind
Like the sun behind closed eyes
Do you feel it?
That smolder; that simmer in your gut
That tells you that just a glance is not enough
I want you taste you, know the flavor of your skin
I want to know the frequency of the world you’re living in
I see the parallels between us and know they’re true
But how it’s hard to start something like this from something new
I want to scrub my hands over the stubble on your cheek,
Stare into your sea green eyes and make you weak
I want to know you as a soul and as a body and as a mind
I want to be the girl you wanted to find
Can you feel it? In every day, every passing hour
The magnetism, the spark
The flame that won’t turn sour
Maybe it’s an illusion
Sand swept away by the sea
But I can tell the fire in you
Is aflame by the spark in me
Hanarchy
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Hanarchy  25/F
(25/F)   
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   ---, Fawn and Hisham Alshaikh
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