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May 2015
I am not "falling" into anything-
I am being dragged by the hand.
His grip is gentle,
But this is unfamiliar.

Do I trust myself?
This feels like hell
But hey,
At least there is warmth.
Victoria Kay
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Victoria Kay  New York
(New York)   
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