Ever since Sean and I shared so much on my trip, the writer in me has been itching to come out. I'm terribly out of shape when it comes to poetry, but I thought I would give it a try.
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was it a dream?
you pinched me, but I still wonder as I lie awake in this empty bed.
my fingers entwined with yours so effortlessly.
with the simplest touch, a rollercoaster of butterflies nearly forgotten.
though hoped for, I never expected anything from you.
left behind with the flowers you bought for your "friend".
miles away, but I can still hear your voice in my head
feel your caress on my neck and the ache to my core.
I can't sleep anymore.
I need to, but I don't want to forget.
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