eleven

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i'm sitting outside
the wind is blowing in my face
it's so close like my lips on your body.

your fingers on my arms
stroking them going down and down
it's so close like your lips on my body.

making love with you seems like the best
coming for you like i never came
it's so close like our breathes on our bodies.

sadly this is just my imagination
we couldn't get so far
it's so close like my tears on your phone screen.

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most of my poems don't make any sense but that's actually the sense of it.
feel free to message me, i'm up to meet new people rn.

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