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But you're untouchable, and though your eyes speak differently; the invitation is imagined, the closeness; mere proximity. I had no instruction, and no intention to adhere. You prodded, pulled and pushed my precautions aside, passively dealing every blow. But I couldn't even wound your pride; You are untouchable.
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Sep 24, 2014
Sep 24, 2014 at 4:16 PM UTC
Untouchable
But you're untouchable, and though your eyes speak differently; the invitation is imagined, the closeness; mere proximity. I had no instruction, and no intention to adhere. You prodded, pulled and pushed my precautions aside, passively dealing every blow. But I couldn't even wound your pride; You are untouchable.
michaela-s
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Sep 24, 2014
Sep 24, 2014 at 4:16 PM UTC
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