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Distance Haze

The longing that's settled
Tears at my sides.
It grips my heart
Ripping slowly.
Leaving moans and screams
To consume the still 
Quiet air 
That surrounds me.
To feel him,
His touch light
And demanding
Throws me into a haze.
But his touch
Is far far away.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014




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Date: 8/3/2014 1:54:00 PM
Perhaps "The Touch of Tears"
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