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Fuckindragons

this place

a fleeting touch

sleepy embrace

the sunlight casts diamonds

on the lines of your face

the span of your back

for my fingers to trace

and if I close my eyes

I get lost in this place

and I don’t want to be found.

#Diamonds #Lost #LoveMorning

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