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Jan 2016
He tells me my
Body is warm,
He wraps his arms around my waist,
Kisses my neck,
Cups my *******.

But I am cold.
I know
My presence seems inviting,
My presence seems warm,
But the stars of my soul have grown dim
And the galaxies in my mind no longer shine with wonder.

Light your fire inside of me
And maybe I'll burn
Long enough to feel the heat.
Alisha Isabell
Written by
Alisha Isabell  18/F/Sweet Home
(18/F/Sweet Home)   
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