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Sep 2016
i didn’t know that hands could be sinful until i felt yours.
the feeling was nothing special.
nothing special at all.
i fell into a deep abyss of nothingness.
where nothing becomes everything.
and everything goes blank.
Demi
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Demi
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   Doug Potter
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