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Ways we speak


When words fail me,

the touch of my lips against yours

soft, delicious and warm,

is all I yearn for

in these fleeting moments,

it’s the only language I wish to speak.

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Lest I drown,

hold my hand.

Lest I fall back into these deep waters,

hold it firm.

Lest these thorn rip me apart again,

Hold my hand, bring me back.

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