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Mar 2015
I didn’t know what I was doing,
But I left three buttons undone so I still blame myself,
Because I thought having somebody touch me for more than
one night,
Would surely follow from letting them touch me at all,
Slap naive on my head,
And send me home.
Written by
Abigail Shaw
388
   Xan Abyss and Mike Essig
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