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Jan 2015
He knows it.
A wink, a touch,
Watch me shudder.
Hot breath on my neck,
Flinch away.
Close my eyes,
See his face.
A soft caress,
An angry bruise.
Twisted mind,
Shattered soul.
I can still feel him.
Crawling under my skin.
Disgusting.
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This probably means a lot more to me than it does to anyone else. That's okay.
Liz And Lilacs
Written by
Liz And Lilacs  America
(America)   
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