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Mar 2016
And they asked me if I knew that boy and boy did I know that boy!
And they delivered a sentence to cause a quick, sharp movement on my part.
And at this point I thank my lucky stars there is a door between us.

My face is doing funny things and I haven't the slightest moment nor the power to stop it.
And I am not sure if I want to weep or scream, my body nears convulsion- I slowly think about what this means.
I curled back into myself, withdrawing my friendly hand.

But my body was telling me; I was safe all along.
mybarefootdrive
Written by
mybarefootdrive  Edinburgh
(Edinburgh)   
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     TL Sipple and Thomas EG
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