It is the same as one year ago. Being intellectual longing for the sight of softness. Your skin is so smooth. Everybody notices that Seeing you for the first time. You asked: Why? Do they do that.
Took my breath away. An image in my head. A picture in my phone. You. Delicious memory. Blurred white and blue.
When do you come over?
We could swallow.
Now, I can start the day.
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