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Little pockets of nothing float around me here and there Tiny voids where I know words […]
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The way your hands keep finding me no matter where I stray you keep me coming […]
As he slides his hand up my spine I realize he is reading me like a […]
I would be lying if I said I wouldn’t like you with four hands and have […]
The bubbly notes float from the harp to the edge of the pool and bounce off […]