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Touching Me
Whisper to me the memories. Memories, as if yesterday of
all the dreams and smoke rings. Listening to the silence
of memories that never fade with a shade of echoes. Dripping,
as the carousel played. Touching me, with your gated smile,
outweighed by your suede.
all the dreams and smoke rings. Listening to the silence
of memories that never fade with a shade of echoes. Dripping,
as the carousel played. Touching me, with your gated smile,
outweighed by your suede.
Published 24th Oct 2021
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