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Strangers
Love no more,
The compassion has vanished.
Your side of the bed feels vacant, but I feel soft hands on me.
She doesn’t touch like you, she doesn’t smell like you.
She doesn’t tie her hair like you, your ghost is a seductive stranger.
I’ll quench my thirst for you through her.
The compassion has vanished.
Your side of the bed feels vacant, but I feel soft hands on me.
She doesn’t touch like you, she doesn’t smell like you.
She doesn’t tie her hair like you, your ghost is a seductive stranger.
I’ll quench my thirst for you through her.
Published 14th Aug 2019
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16th Aug 2019 10:52pm
Wow - reminds me of a succubus who visits after a break-up
I really enjoyed the feel and thought here
I really enjoyed the feel and thought here
