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after all these months
I may have decided to let you go
because we both know we never belonged to each other
but deep down I still crave for your touch
your fingers carefully moving around my body
your smokey lips on mine
my head laying on your chest, your hands caressing my hair away from my eyes
your arms embracing my tiny body and you saying sweet things in my ears till I f...
Monday 29th June 2020 8:34 pm
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