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Sep 2016
your fingertips were so cold
as they pressed into me
but I shut my mouth and let
you pull me apart
piece by ******* piece
just so you felt big
in your tiny little mind
but it wasn't
my place to question you
or your little things
and now that
you're gone I'm the happy one.
Sarah Caitlyn
Written by
Sarah Caitlyn  18/Androgynous/Greensboro NC
(18/Androgynous/Greensboro NC)   
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