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Touch me, not

The sight of you always make me
Feel light and gone,
How your eyes shines more than silver linings.
That skin of yours that I always crave
The heat that it radiates, makes cold mornings
A better one.

I dream on how your lips will touch mine
And create thunderbolts in our hearts
But these are just illusions created
By my sick mind
And my sick heart, longing for you.

How will I forget these damn dreams
That I created, when these dream are
The only reason for me to keep living.
Written by TheodoreBlue95
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This is my first time posting my poem. Hope someone can criticize my work constructively. Thank you!
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