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Jul 2016
Tangling my fingers in the curls that rest on the back of your neck
But they’re not your curls
No these are blonde or sometimes green or pink
But when I close my eyes
I can pretend they’re darker than the night sky

Through him I felt something
But it wasn’t enough
His touch was needed and addicting
But it wasn't yours
Jessica Evans
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Jessica Evans
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