𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇

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𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇

You touched my hand,

You touched my skin,

My hair, 

My neck, 

My deepest sin.

You touched my head

You touched my ears

You took off my mask, revealed my fears.

You kissed my ears.

You kissed my lips.

Left me in the dark like an eclipse.

You looked at me 

I saw your eyes,

You touched my heart of butterflies.

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