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Dec 2014
some nights
i imagine
my hands are yours
cupping my *******
while i sleep
& sometimes
they slide
downwards
moving my thighs
& separating the space
between my reality
making it so hazy
that sometimes
i scream my own name
because now
i’m you
Dara Brown
Written by
Dara Brown  Houston, TX
(Houston, TX)   
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