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Jul 2015
A flit of fingers
Across delicate curves
Gentle folds
Webbing surfaces

There
*Then gone
There's another guy I slightly like and he put his arm around my waist the other day and I knew that I was too infatuated. It's too bad he's a lot older than me. I want to keep feeling that touch
Claire Elizabeth
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