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Apr 2015
In the sheets of my bed,
I can’t seem to get up.
I am being held there
against my will
as I am flooded
with cravings of you.
I wonder if you will ever be able to satisfy
this continuous hunger.
Elisa Holly
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Elisa Holly  DALLAS
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