I shiver in my coats
I want to wear more of you
Four arms on my neck, warm palms on my chest
Nose to nose, lips to lips, chin to chin
There is a fleeting, misty clouds in front of me
Hold me tightly
Grip me gently
I want to remain...
Sand is falling, rising high above
Thatches adorn with white, ...
glucose from the sky.
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Author:
Osei Zion (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 25th, 2022 06:47
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Comments1
Good write Osei.
Thanks
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