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Jan 2016
When you do stand
so close, so bare
fingers weaving through
my filaments of hair.

When you do inhale
the extras and the
uncensored imperfections

When you do break
thus incandescent sweat
that shivers from yours to mine

I do hope you may see
The love and trust
and compassion felt
that you could find in me.
Annie McLaughlin
Written by
Annie McLaughlin  18/F/Arkansas
(18/F/Arkansas)   
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