I miss your lines of confusion, holding me tight while caressing my feelings. Seems like its been long since we conversed like this, got undressed like this. We're not for the weak, yet our bond feels complete. Will you miss me when I'm gone? Will you move on and forget the fondness you sought from me? Our bodies collide, building a rapture to encapsulate our souls. Never looking back, what's mine is yours.
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