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Mar 2016
My judgement is clouded.
I can't tell right from wrong,
And you're to blame.

My habits have changed.
My friends call me insane,
And you're to blame.

My stomach constantly tickles.
My feet are walking toward you,
And you're to blame.

I'm ghosting my fingers on your spine.
Our lips are touching,
And you're to blame.
kerri
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kerri  26/F/Ohio
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