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| unhinged |
it has been almost three months but_still i woke up this morning and felt the ghost of your_hands your_lips loving me the memory made me wriggle and moan and i came back to reality with a smile on my face my sheets still squirm to remember you and more mornings than not i wake up next to my ghost of you showing me again and again how much you love me |
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| ... | ||
| unhinged |
or lusted? me out of sight out of mind but in my case often times it feels like memory and imagination are my only friends |
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