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my fingers keep touching you, yet somehow we never touch. you're too ethereal, like most others here. not that you're real - that's your beauty. like the gentle slant of your eyes healing me by single looks your hands sinously waving healing hands they are just you and me, nothing between we're between nothing and as i touch you, you move twist turn wink kiss jump with every move of your legs that barbie doll perfection plasters shards of yourself deep inside the mind we share. the way your hair blows in the wind and yet somehow is perfect everytime it stay with me and i think of you far too much for our own good. i load you up my avatar, icon, persona, shadow we're one, and yet you're just bytes. Post a comment in response: |
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