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Jan 2015
My back with a two degree spinal curve is not quite flat against the wall
My tall but not tall enough height puts me just below your six-one chin
My small, pianist hands are easily held to the side by just one of yours
My dancers legs refuse to part but that's not what you're here for
My long neck is the target as you stand amid the congret I long to fade into
WickedHope
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WickedHope  27/F/Not Boston, Almost Hell
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