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May 2016
I used to touch myself for you.
Now I touch myself for me.
Our eyes once met across a crowded room.
The room lit up.
Sparks flew.
House fell down.
Now I party on my own.
At least I do it right.
Off to sleep I go
Goodnight guaranteed.
Taboos satisfied
(c)LIVVI
Overtly ******, no insult meant x
Olivia Kent
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Olivia Kent  Southampton, Hampshire.
(Southampton, Hampshire.)   
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