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Nov 2011
Is there anything I can do
to make you love me?

I ache only for human touch against my skin.

I feel like my desires are a sin
against humanity,
and the way your hands would move across mine is the only thing that's sacred

I am filled with hatred.
You don't know how long I've waited
for this moment, beneath
the pale white light.




Words riddled with meaning.
Riley Navarrete
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Riley Navarrete  Tallahassee
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