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A Love Story It hurts to think of you sometimes To know that more than distance separates us – When the need for all-encompassing warmth touches me, It is your face that appears in my mind It is the way your skin felt beneath my fingertips It is the private games we play when only we matter It is our mutual manipulation It is my self-doubt and your guilt It is our story, One we’ve writ with tears and blood The open pages are our souls Our hearts bind the book together In a seamless preservation Of love
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