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Jan 2015
I can't be in the same room as you
Why?
Because my breathing quickens
My pulse begins to race
Red paints over my cheeks
I just want to walk up to you
To touch you
Feel your heart pulse under my hand
Trace my fingers on your skin
But I can't...
Because I can't be in the same room as without shying away
Jo King
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Jo King
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