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I'LL TASTE
I'll taste your sweet lips
and run my fingers through your hair
Enjoying the lively warmth I am
but it ends all too soon
I wake from this dream to find
your hair
Cold hands
untouched sheets and
sterile lips
Silver pain pangs
unwanted life
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fill this out and you will be matched
No no darling not an ending dream
I want to make these resting hours full
Flesh warm touch pink and white
Breathe a deep breath
Come true to me
for I long to taste your sweet lips
and run my fingers through your hair
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