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May 2015
Even the corner of the heating pad is warmer than what I feel for you.
There's no red-hot passion here, on the contrary;
there is only a numb cold in my chest cavity
a gnawing anxiety and pale
annoyance,
bruised,
which for some sickening reason
I
love.
written 11-29-14 10:25 pm
Magdalyn
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Magdalyn  21/Agender/Maine
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