noNexistent nothiNg
notebook of a reluctant earthling!
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Moi
Year of The Horse
Crushes
my
breath still, has the taste of your lips
body still, sings the tune of your touch
dreams still, color your name
air still, fogs your fragrance
known you for miles
strangers of ages.
this isnt really love
but feels a lot like it...
CpRyt@NeerS
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