I miss him frfr

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Every night when I go to sleep

I wrap myself up with the memory of you

and I imagine your arms around me.

Your love radiating onto my naked body.

i still feel your cold fingers

running on the side of my thigh,

with a touch as warm as my love.

but you're not there.


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