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Oct 2015
She needed to make noise with him
Dance her fingers across aged skin and ivory keys
Run her hands along strings pulled tighter than life over bones and muscles that quake and writhe together
She needed to feel something with her
Heat that burned the scar on the back of her hand and cold that made her chest blister more than the sun could dream
She wanted music with anyone
The melodic fantasy of emotion as its sung by those who've known it freshly chosen and those who've had it ripened over expanses of time

She had unrealistic expectations
I miss expression, let's give this another go.
Lizabeth Malone
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Lizabeth Malone  21/F
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