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Jan 2015
so light and soft is our shy contact
when by mistake you easy touch me
only on hands,
and just for a split second
I'm destroyed piece by piece because of boundaries
we suddenly demand,
then I gather myself
watching your normality, nonchalance presence.
Cristina
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Cristina  32/F/where I belong
(32/F/where I belong)   
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