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Apr 2016
Warm air licks the mirror.
Steam sticks, lingers.
Your arms wrap around my waist
My heart sinks.

You rise slowly against my back
Kiss down the shivers in my neck.

My eyes lock on your eyelids-
Closed so you'll see him.

Your hand slides up my back
To shove me forward.
You guide yourself
Although you're always a little off.

I can feel our height difference
in your muscle memory.
Abigail Sedgwick
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Abigail Sedgwick  29/F/West Virginia
(29/F/West Virginia)   
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