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Apr 2015
Even through all the anger
and disappointment,
I still can’t help but get distracted
by the sound of your voice
as the noise
burns through my thighs,
making my mind race
to that night
where all we heard
were breaths
and hearts
Elisa Holly
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Elisa Holly  DALLAS
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