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Wednesday, January 15, 2025

Skin on Skin

 I want to touch you, everywhere, as if my hands could heal all your brokenness. As if I was your solace giving you life, I want to touch on the idea that touching you somehow heals a part of me. I want to feel your skin on mine, as if it was the only warmth I had ever known. I want to pull you like a child who yearns for the mother's heartbeat once again.

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