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Feb 2010
You say it best when you're sleeping-
your fingers gently grazing
down my thigh to find a hand
that’s not your own-

I wish that it were so,
so easy to abide-
by the precautionary smirks
of simple lies.
Natasha Adorlee
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Natasha Adorlee
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