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Invitation

I want you to miss me
As your name pierce my soul with sadness
every time I think of you
 
I want you to want me
To drink me, to breathe me
Every time the wind touches your face
And you think of us.
 
Come lust, wet dreams,
Your eyes on my body
Come sweat and tears
Come hands and moans
Flesh and sights,
come,
Come home.

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