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Sometimes I wake in the night, these vagrant dreams, the loneliness that exists outside your arms, fingers on my back, like bees on a flower. Your elbows, nose, breasts, and knees, are priceless in a bed world where the currency is touched.
Harry Hogg
Nora
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Beautifully expressed. Thanks for sharing Harry.
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