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I miss your touch I don’t know why..

A definition of my silky skin
All the soft places you’ve simply been
A recognition of my milky wing
Cause im loud
Your quiet
An I should of seen
A glitter
That’s bitter like the bite of the wind
I mutter
You mutter
In a really kind of dim… way….

Now you pose in sequined fabrics
I grab my nose that hurts off snorting something magic
I listened in the cool midnight sky
I miss your touch
I don’t know why..

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  • sonik
    July 23

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    the poem itself has really silky touch. it's got something soft in the words u've used........now the one it is all about is on the catwalk, posing for the masses and you r watching her through the screen adn remembered all about last night.


  • CuteLacie
    July 22
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    this is really good I really liked it